Just back from a full day working on the boat. Decided to quit around 4 p.m. and headed to a local spot on the south side (Adam Albino will know) I left the fly rod in the car and took a spinning reel. Walked my way down toward the spit where the pond empties to the ocean, casting as I went. Manged three fiesty, bright schoolies before dark. They are back. They felt good after fighting all those enemic rainbows yesterday. Words of (limited) wisdom:Look for areas where the herring runs empty into the salt water and herring may be waiting to enter the runs.