Went to the beach in R.I. Sunday just to relax and rake some littlenecks, do a little reading, sort of a family tradition on Labor Day weekend. Glad I had a rod handy--blues busting everywhere from Charleston breachway to Blue Shutters--miles of em' eating peanut bunker--lasted from 4pm - 8pm. My arms are still sore 2 days afterwards. Even handed off my rod to curious little kids who were very interested in fishing all of a sudden. No bass-blues were 4 to 10 pounds.

Thats awesome right place right time.