[Swimmer]

Got to the Herring Run ( at 3:45 a.m.), and the friekin lot was empty, void of all other human beings. Not a warm blooded mammal in sight. I took my time get my canal scooter set up, because I didn't have to beat anyone to my friekin spot. Tide was running east fast. But since I was late, and false dawn was upon the canal, I didn't care. I made a ton of casts without so much as a bump, nary a one, nada, zipootski................But it was a beautiful day. The first time this year that no one camped out next to me, 20', 30', 40' away. It was also nice that those same people didn't get so excited when they weren't hooking up on the usual little boofish swimming by they climbed up the embankment and walked behind me casting over my head (this is the only time anyone elicited a remark from me that could be construed agressive, relatively nasty actually, in nature), which pissed me off thoroughly. Anyway I went to Scussett later and ran into Wayne Hess and another guy I didn't know who talked my ear off for an hour. Not a fish was caught but a great morning it was. One guy did say they were here and hour before, but were small. ha ha