Wild and wooly out there this morning. Something like 4 competing swells, light onshore wind, murky water, heavy sideshore current. A little undergunned on a 6'1. Got clobbered by a barrage of waves on the way out and promptly dragged north through some crappy sandbars. Caught two peaks that fizzled. Suddenly I had to take a sh!t even though I went 45 minutes earlier. Got one more that lined up, pumped down the line, bottom turned and as I came up I was too late to the lip. Bailed and got smashed. As I was changing at my car, someone asked me if I'd seen the sharks cruising around. Didn't but it sure felt sharky out there. This is kinda how my last few sessions have gone. A lot of abuse, closeouts, and frustration. At least it wasn't crowded.