We snuck out with the boat, went to a place upriver that was delta-like, with reeds, swampgrass, scallop bars, mud, egrets, herons, dolphins, and the like. I pulled the boat into the shallowest water I felt comfortable with, about 10 ft away from where I thought there would be a jetty. I pulled the cast net out and bobbled my way through a few throws. I soon caught the concept, and had a bucket full of whiting, a few shrimp, a crab (I had to pull its snippers off so it wouldn't destroy the fish), and some other bait fish.



Then we went fishing. I need to find deeper water, or convert to fishing flats with
different bait.

I came back at 2:00, dead-low tide. I decided to catch a few more bait fish for freezing, in order to avoid buying more the next time I want to fish and not cast. You should have seen it. In the midst of a low-tide, the water came silent. No waves, no sounds. The clouds began to darken, just as the water came alive. I couldn't keep them out of my net. Something was obviously in chase. In the middle of the stream, dophin were trying to catch their own. I decided to bait one on and let it swim. I cast one cast, and looked down river. You could see the water pouring in the air, like a thick fog woven into curtains on a long window. It was coming towards the boat, my glass water, and the day.

I'd barely driven away, boat retrieved, when the down-pour caught us.
'Perfect timing' is what I thought as I rolled homeward. Perfect day.