Be Specific

    Cas and I were at it again tonight trying different places to fish.  First we went to the south side of the island, hoping the low tide would allow us to get closer to some rocks we always see birds on.  The birds weren't there at this time, which should have been our first clue, but we cast out anyway and were met with a very successful seaweed harvest.  We decided to go elsewhere.
    On one side of the dock is a little cove with a sea wall to help protect the moored boats (you can see it behind Cas in the pic of her holding her delicious Black Sea Bass).  We decided to check out what it was like on the wall so we scrambled over some rocks that will be back under water in a few hours.  The Sound was down about five feet and falling but we went for it anyway.  Armed again with nightcrawlers we started casting.
    The technique I was told to use was hang a weight on the end of your line, attached at the same point is another short line with the hook on the end.  You let the weight drop to the bottom and occasionally drag it creating noise that attracts the fish.  The problem with this method is that sometimes the dragging weight can feel like a nibble.  Or in my case, it can feel like an itty bitty fish that barely weighs more than the sinker.
    What I thought happened was that some larger fish had felt sorry for me and replaced my mangled worm with a more appropriate form of bait.  I found out after that in fact what had happened was that Candice had asked God to help me catch a fish tonight but had failed to detail the specifications.  Prayer works!