Another weekend of exploring new water by kayak and not finding winter over fish. Mostly tried Quivet creek in Brewster, but also a couple of other bayside estuaries where a correspondent has actually caught fish recently. So, maybe the Force is not with me.
It almost doesn't matter. I had pulled up the kayak on the marsh at a really sharp bend and was dropping casts into the deep undercut on the far bank and drifting through the hole when it hit me: they'll be here soon.
In a matter of weeks a cast like this, a drift like this, a hole like this will almost certainly end in a tight line and a bright fish.
Meanwhile, I'm learning to *love* kayaking.