I walked down to the beach, as usual, with the Firewire Vanguard.
My first glimpse was a brutal one: complete and utter nothingness. I continued down the ramp and I saw some shorebreak going MAYBE fifteen feet from the sand.
I had come this far and the weather was great, so I was out there!
I sat about twenty-five feet from the sand and waited for a "macker" for about forty-five minutes. The waves I did catch closed out instantly. I wasn't in the mood for surfing in a foot of water, as I usually reserve that for good waves, so I eventually bailed.