The ocean turned a wild shade of green at the beach as I peered out on the Atlantic from my bar stool in the shade. The wind picked up and made for a refreshing feeling. as I was sipping on some cold drinks I could see a silver back around 40 pounds working the fish at the beach, beating his tail violently splashing on the surface ,as he inhaled unsuspecting small fish. This was his turf, I am pretty sure. I know this fish, he has been caught half dozen times on the beach pier by Angeles in the shallows here. I thought I should be sailing my sloop as I gandered about with a distance glance, looking far far away to the flags dancing wildly in the southern blue sky.