Got out for the first time on monday. After casting from around 230 til 630 all I could muster was a couple shakers, but there were nice fish caught so I went back the next day. Tuesday seemed it would be no better than monday. I casted and casted with no fish until about 530 when I got a solid hit. Set the hook reel it in and there's my first ever king. Only a little 4 pound jack, but that really got my blood flowing. The next day I got out to my spot at 345. 15 minutes later Bam! another jack. Another fifteen minutes goes by, Bam! this time a football shaped female about 7 pounds. Some more casting, a shaker or two and then as my spoon was sinking and felt a light tap, set the hook and my drag goes nuts. I knew this would be my first good fish. After following her around for about ten minutes and regaining 100 yards of line two times I landed a nice 13.5 pound female.
Thursday I woke up and I was tired and it was raining. Back to bed. Friday morning I got my dad out there and I'm glad I did. Not only did he get his first ever king but he got his limit from shore. It was lights out action from start to finish. So much that I had my spoon in the water half the time he did because guess who has net them all and walk them to the string. I would just get the fish on the stringer and go to make my next cast and he would have one on. He felt bad and let me fight one of his last fish a nice 12.5 pounder. I went something like one for five today . 3 fish I had on for about ten seconds the first two just got off and the third one broke my line. The one I landed was a 6 or 7 pound female.

Here's my dad with the the two bigger fish caught today the 12.5 he let me fight and a 13.

And the whole mess of em.