I got lowholed by this morning.
I was working my way down the beach, a super nice tidal current seam of the edge of some submerged rocks. I’ve caught a number of fish there in the past. As I got within 50 yards or so, The Swimmer appeared and made a beeline for the rocks.
To her credit, she said “I hope I don’t scare your fish” as she walked by.

Surprisingly, no perfume scent trail today.
Off came her outer clothes and off she went, porpoising happily right down the middle of the seam.
Next time, I’ll head directly to the rocks rather then working my way down to them.

SF