That hole called Mary Ellen is named after my grandmother. That land where the alder trees hang over the water is my family's. I'd like to thank most of the guys in the boats drifting for moving out and reeling up when we hook fish under the trees. We try to wait for the boondoggers to go by before we cast out. It's better to be pleasant with all the people down there than to start trouble and having guys trying to screw you the rest of the day. Good luck and rip some lip.