When I arrived, a single angler stood on the rocks about halfway down. It was a young fly angler named Don Alcala, a fine fly caster who soon will be a Federation of Fly Fishers certified casting instructor.
My pace quickened toward him when Alcala’s line tightened and his arm lifted an arched rod above his head.
“Whatcha got Don,” I asked when I got near.
“Spanish mackerel,” he replied. “Pretty good one, I think.”