Driving out to the beach side of the Gut, right at false dawn. Just enough light to see a few details. What I see is a an absolute frothing of water, looking like a feeding frenzy. I'm thinking, oh man, an absolute blitz and there's not another truck in sight. All to myself for right now. I grab my rod down from the roof rack, snap on a tin (no matter what they are, they should hit tin, right?) and run down to the water. Just as I'm setting up to cast, it gets light enough to see a little more detail. My "blitz" is a good 200 cormorants beating the water white with their wings, trying to take off.
