It's the perfect time of year, and the perfect time of tide, and pilot whales have porpoised in your wake all the way to your favorite mooching spot. Just before you cut the motor, you notice a school of herring on the screen, right under you. You reach for your herring jig rod, and send those little gold hooks down , right on the edge of the tide rip.Woosh, what was that off the starboard? A big gray and her calf, have just blown, and gone back down. I sure hope she breaches. You bring your jig up, and it is filled with 6 inch beauties, nothing like a few livies to start the day. Suddenly just in front of you, gulls are coming in from all over, and diving birds are surfacing everywhere, with their beaks stuffed with herring, and you realize with a smile that you are drifting directly into a big newly forming herring ball. Quickly you bait up and slowly send your offering towards the bottom. Nothing, a little more line, nothing, suddenly at about 90 ft., you can't feel your lead anymore- reel-reel-reel, there he is! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, just as the first beams of morning sunlight start peeking over the mountains.

[This message has been edited by DanO (edited 09-25-2000).]