Cudadude and i got there about 11 on thursday night. On the water asap friday morn. We each got our limit of kings fairly easy. Changed to shark after that...for whatever reason they didnt want to play. Went again later that evening and I got another big king that was let go to fight another day. Sat we woke up and I was trolling parallel to the beach about a mile or so offshore and my rod starts screaming. I think its another king at first but felt just a little diffrent. Next thing I know I see it jump....holey sh...!!! Its a sailfish!!! It was jumping all over the place and im hooting and hollering to joe that I got a big sailfish. He comes up and sees me loose the fish of a lifetime. It broke my wire leader. I was crushed. I sat there pouting for a while...such a let down. I had too light of wire. It was a king leader. 60# single strand. The rest of the day I paddled aimlessly and catching spanish mackerel. Sunday woke up early and got out there again and again we get several kingfish each. Monday got up and went out solo. Ended up with 4 kings and a spade fish. Now we are driving back and ready for a shower...I am covered in kingfish blood and beach sand.