[Finaddict]

Yes, well psychic stories, could also be coincidence ... but here is one that was fun and frustrating ...

... early September in Western Long Island Sound, early to mid 1980s ... was in my dad's boat, flat calm, hot and sunny day, not much action around ... headed down to a local harbor -- small and had a very narrow opening, that could really only accomodate one boat passing through at a time -- it was built when the local community was built, all man made -- but a good spot to find pogies/bunker ...

... as I was approaching the entrance of the harbor, I thought to myself, "man, what if there was a school of bunker getting slammed by stripers in here!" ... just then a small fog bank appears, as I drive through the small fog bank, the radio dies and I enter the harbor ... and sure enough, at the back of the cove, there was a school of pogies pinned against the shore and pegged behind some docks, it was pretty tight quarters ...

... first cast, snag a bunker, before I even turn the handle of my rod, wham, bass on, but it takes me around a piling ... re-tie another snag, quick cast and snag a pogie, and a bass inhales it immediately and pulls me around a piling to snap off ... finally get a bait in, hook it up to a more substantial boat/conventional outfit ... toss the bait in and immediately inhaled by a striper, the bass goes down around the piling, but this time I am hanging on battline a fish and piling at the same time, the bait pulls out of the fishes mouth, it is crushed flat and the scales are stripped off ... get my spin outfit again snag another bait, pull in a few more and then the action dies.

I motor to the entrance of the harbor, go through a fog bank ... the radio comes back on and then I toss out some chunks to intercept the fish leaving the harbor, nothing at all ... as if it never happened ... I was in too close, it was pretty frustrating but fun at the same time.