Quote Originally Posted by paumanok View Post
All of a sudden I was seeing pockets and rips and currents and seams.

There were a dozen guys fishing that stretch catching nothing: tin slingers, pluggers, bait boys.

They were all casting out like they were trying to reach across the North Pole. Nada. I cast a yellow 1/0 deceiver across the east to west current to drift into a seam that ran parallel to shore, no more than a hundred feet out. Okay, they were only hickory shad I was catching, but I was the only one catching fish.I would say a bit over ninety percent of my fishing since that day has been fly rodding on the salt. I like to fish. I love to fly fish. Especially in the salt.

"tin slingers, pluggers, bait boys" Parts of that passage sound like they could have been written into a Mickey Spillane novel.