About 10 years ago I was cruising NW from Old Field Point, beautiful day, calm seas and had just scoped an area looking for blues. No sign of them and no birds so I headed NW into deeper water.
5 minutes later a high school guy comes running up to the wheel house and is yelling, "Capt, turn around"!!! The area I just left was teeming with birds ans all I could see was white water and not another boat in sight. This was in the Fall. So I turned around. The guys in the bow were casting into the blues on the top and catching ****tails. There was a pool involved and I told the fares to go to the botton and wind up if they wanted bigger fish. This is pre fish limits. Everyone wailed on the fish. As I was setting up the last drift, there were aceras of white water, I rsn the boat into the middle of the white water and turned the engine off. Then I just leaned on the wheel house lower dutch door and listened to all the bubbling noises. If you closed your eyes you would think you were sitting next to a mountain stream. Wish I had a video camera that time.
Now just before we return to port the mate cuts his hand and I have to fillet all those fish. So I get an old timer, point to the harbor entrance, have him run very slowly back as I fillet on a box in the bow so I can watch whats ahead of us.
All the fish are done except for a large cooler that a father and his 3 sons filled. They drag the cooler to the bow. I open it, not only was it loaded but all the fish were big. They fished the botton and won the pool.
What an afternoon!!!!!!!! Hard work but what fun.