I couldn't take it any more, the warming water and the urge to get the lines wet have been too much for me to handle. I geared up and found a buddy as silly as me and headed to poverty beach in cape may to try our luck. I'm sure no one is shocked to hear we didn't even get a bite. The day was beautiful while the sun was out and the winds kept below 10 mph. Naturally all the cloud cover burnt away as the last of our gear was packed away. Ultimatly I couldn't be happier. The lines got wet, I had the oppertunity to see how my homemade bucktails looked in the surf and the conversation over cigars was priceless. I can't wait for the season to "start" to get some real action. Hope all is well with the rest of you bums. Thanks for reading, tight lines to all!