I was parked in late Oct. '00 in the Ballston Lot, & I was totally alone... the air temp. was 34 degrees... it was 2 AM...
As I was gearing up alone but optimistically as always!
... I heard women screaming loudly in the distance & was shocked & scared!
I looked into the blackness enveloping the marsh/ forest behind the Lot where the sounds were coming from... but couldn't see even 10 yards... and the cries were coming towards me, louder with every second! And I was totally alone there!-- even the beach- houses were dark!
Finally when the sounds were almost upon me...
I realized it was "only" a pack of Coyotes!... (amazing that a City- folk like me knew the sound!)
... AND I then ran with my dozen Eels & gear as fast as I could toward the dunes & beach! THEN ran to the promising inner bar set up 1/4 mile North of the Lot that I had scouted that day & where I found mini- Herring (4- 5") washed up from a Bluefish blitz all over the sand that afternoon... (when I didn't bother wetting a line-- hate/ fear Bluefish as much as Coyotes!)
Looking over my shoulder the whole time for moon- lit fangs, I threw my largest Eel for over an hour without a hit! No Coyotes, but I was stiff from the cold & ready to hit my warm vehicle for a Doughnut snack, & another Back- Beach/ spot for dawn...
...When "she" hit! My Vs250 screamed to no one but me, that I had come here at 2 AM for the right reason!... & 8 - 10 minutes later & a bent- out Gama Octopus 5/0 later!...
I landed-- & released in fine shape-- my PB from surf to date: 42 lbs.
