Stepping up to the water's edge in the semi-darkness, I could barely make out the subtle changes in sandy terrain but as the gentle tide sheeted forth, I locked in on a threesome with their little bow wakes skimming through a foamy rip. It's a rare session that matches the previous day's success, and today was no different. They were maddeningly elusive and erratic, making them impossibly difficult to lead but with a little guesswork, connection made! Racing towards the moon's reflection she came up just a little short and realizing she was a bit underpowered, tacked sideways and promptly beached herself. The day already made, I enjoyed the rest of this peaceful morning, and as the steaming sun rose and the clock ticking down, our silvery friends could now be seen clearly, tempting us, full mast, back and forth, taking the time to occasionally follow our flies to the water's edge before yet another snobby refusal. With a projected pummeling from a new swell, I am only hopeful it brings forth even more opportunities to don short pants, a quick dry shirt, and your favorite hat, and get after these terrific gamefish 😊.