Saturday afternoon 10/31: Wife and I decide to go Halloween camping in Salem and scare ourselves around a campfire. After waiting in traffic for an hour, just to get to the 114 Salem exit, we realized everyone in the Northern hemisphere had the same idea, and our $15 campsite wouldn't be as remote as we had thought.
"Y'know honey, I know of a great site down on the cape. It's on Waquoit Bay, it's right on the water, and we'll have it all to ourselves. We can even fish(don't sound too exited, Derrick)or whatever you'd like to do sweetheart."
-Two hours later we set up camp on a sandy point right around the crner from the channel in the SE corner of wacky, right by the outflow from the inside marshes (dog later tested the depth for us, who knew that little outflow was that deep? ) Anyway, we carved a scary pumpkin, built a toasty fire, and huddled around with a nice bottle of merlot when all of sudden I heard some slurps among the lapping of waves. Ran to get the pole from the car, tied on a 1/2 oz black bucktail and my wife, myself and a very we,t cold and excited dalmation pulled about ten nice, high teens/low twenties schoolies from the night. Tide dropped too low for the fish to hang, it gets really shallow in that corner.
So the Merlot seemed the next logical step. Tried to get up and try dawn, but stayed up too late/early. Nice treat for Halloween, though.
So any of you boating by Sunday morning, that campife was us.
More fishing left. Not done yet, heavens no.
Derrick