Classic! Sounds like the launch ramp follies down here in Dana Point! After a hard day of fishing, nothing beats pulling into the slip at the Embarcadero and watching the kooks with their jet skis and matching yellow fullsuits and matching yellow stupid rigs do everything in their power to wreck their toys- skis grinding up the cement ramp, yellow sled backed so far down the ramp that it gets stuck door deep in the salty H2O, etc. All while sipping a cold beverage and laughing your ass off as you shout "encouragement" (yeah, that's what they call it!) at the idiot jet skiers! All we are missing is the fat broads with their pooches getting mad as we toss hookless zara spooks and make Leo chase it out to sea! By the way- let's all observe a moment of silence for Leo- he was the poor pooch that the a$$hole threw into traffic after a traffic dispute- what a jerk. Oh well, Leo looks like a nice halibut now! I'm sure he would roll over in his grave if he saw his doggy cousins ruining a day of fishing- Leo was all about C&R bassing. Or so I heard. Tight lines!