In the Cool of the Night
The light wind brought a welcome coolness to my cheeks as I drifted ever closer to the ripline at the mouth of the river. I lifted from the live well a struggling spot already pinned just in front of the dorsal with a light-wire 6/0 circle hook. It was full dark on a very quiet evening, and I was by myself.
One of the better times to fish in summer’s heat is after dark. You will have scant company. And on the right night with the right tide there can be some incredible action.
The silence can be a little spooky.
There is another source of tension. Scanning the darkness, I strained my eyes for lightning.
A summertime squall on the Bay is not to be trifled with. Reviewing weather radar earlier, I had decided this would be the night. Still, an intense burst of nasty weather could move in quickly.