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I've been fishing since I was four or five years old. In that time I've had many, many moments etched into my memory. Finest.....wow that's a tough one!
The one that keeps coming to the fore happened about twenty plus years ago. We had gotten reports of fish on herring. It was the Tuesday night/Wednesday morning before Thanksgiving. Hit the north side of Montauk for a 2AM tide. Lots of people. North wind in our face brought the wind chill into the teens. For the first time I was there as opposed to "should have been here yesterday". Many fish, all large! At the time it was the best session I had ever had. The moment, however, that stands out with crystal clarity over the years occurred as the tide slowed and the bite died. A huge orange sun broke the horizon. Wisps of "steam" were rising off the water. The wind sat down. As the reddish glow began to light the faces around me, I saw the exhaustion and the joy that I was feeling was shared by everyone who was there. In the growing light we all saw the heads of seals silhouetted in the rip by the light from the rising sun. It was obvious to everyone there, without the need for words, that we had all shared in one of the finest gifts nature had to offer.
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