My less than fabulous phone pictures of the pier at Ocean Beach don't really show the wonderment that is the grunion run in San Diego. This is that magical time of the year where the grunions wash up on the shore, mate, and then head back into the sea. Unless they're picked up by one of those jerks running around with a bucket and a flashlight. Really, guys, let the poor lil' fishies get busy. They're so little and I'm sure fish sticks are on sale at the grocery store; probably with less mercury, too.
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