I remember an early spring trip on the North Shore of long island catching bass in the mouth of the nissequogue with Alewives pouring out of a tidal creek and hitting me in the leg. it was one of the cooler fishing experiences i've ever had.
I poked around a few Connecticut herring runs over the weekend and saw more than just a few scouts at each. Returned after dark to fish one and found even more herring with some small bass mixing-in that were unwilling to strike a plug.
"Out there in the surf is where it's at, that's where the line gets drawn in the sand between those who talk fishing and those who live it."
- a wise man.