Ya know how we do this thang we do,
often with little or no sleeep, often in the bedeviled hours
So one night i'm out at Sachmo, on the beach side walking the trails to get to the Sakonett side and as the trails narrow and the breezes blow i'm getting that "eyes upon me" feeling, that only intensifies until I can find a break in the brush and can look out into the major surf.
The 8'-10' breakers are pounding the shore, at all three of the first places I could see, then it's back to the "Trails with Eyes". Man I was singing some good ole southern gospels that night, and saying it's only the wind, it's only the wind...........................
I laugh about it now, but that was some skeeery stuff for several moments until I could get back to the parking lot .
Another time on the Gansett, before entering BRRoad.................
I hear what was one or two coyotes about 300 to 400 yds away. Yippin' like they do, and just playing at first. Then I hear about 3 to 4 more join them, they gather to exchange pleasantries, and the next thing I know, they are closing and the yipps have gotten to within 20 yards or so, then nothing! Complete silence, and that isn't good
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So there I am, with all my stuff strewn out on the trunk of my feeshmobile and me beaming my headlamp into the bushes until I thought it was safe to grab my stuff and hightail it outa there!!!! One or two I could handle, and they would prolly be more afraid of me than me of them, but 6 or 7 and the fact that I did have some particularily ripe pogies for chunking and some eeeeeels for slinging that night didn't bode well for me that night. The trails there are just toooo close to the brush and an ambush of a pack of hungry yotes beneath a full Hunter's moon didn't seem like the right move.............
Pretty funny now, not so much THEN
... I heard women screaming loudly in the distance & was shocked & scared! 
I landed-- & released in fine shape-- my PB from surf to date: 42 lbs. 
Hybrid Mode
