Several years ago, October found me drifting over Napatree Point in Watch Hill, Rhode Island, hoping to find one of the stripers that frequent this rocky point. As I imagined the falling tide washing my eel pattern along, making it pulse beneath a heavy Teeny…

Had it been mere mayhem I might have been able to cope a little better, but this was something different. Two schools of sand eels had been corralled on either side of our boat and were being decimated by heat-seeking, eel-eating, supersonic, drag-burnin g, bonito…