We showed up Saturday morning to find our new friends eagerly anticipating the days events! We arrived at 7:30 and already it was "stupid" hot. We were drenched in sweat after setting up camp. We decided to cool off in the water before fishin'. Once we put one foot in the water we realized the sharks would be M.I.A. The water was unseasonably cold! Though great for swimming, no so great for sharkin'. We decided to make the best of it and began playing whiffle ball while waiting for a bite; all the while knowing that a bite was never to come. Randy, Ryan, and Big Mike continued the whiffle ball game against Dan, Kim and Mike. After the game, and everyone near heat exhaustion, we were thinking of packing it in, when the wind shifted. The hot air turned to cold like and Angel at the gate of Hell! While waiting for bites we watched the wind surfers maneuver the seas and blowing by our outstretched lines. They were coming closer and closer until the inevitable happened. Not realizing just how far out our lines were, one brave soul came too close and found himself entangled in the "Far Out Dream." Unable to untangle himself he released his kite into the sea. He ran ashore and apologized moving quickly to his board to go retrieve it. The south wind was blowing it farther and farther out to see with each passing second. A fellow friend and kayak-er as well as another wind surfer, chased after it until they were out of our sight. The next day we were informed by, "Randy the surfer," that the kayak-er and the surfers made it home in one piece salvaging their prized gear....just another far out story. See you next mission!