We spent the entire day chasing some tar”poons” today.  Got on a nice school this morning while it was slick calm.  They wouldn’t eat and a squall forced us to relocate. We eventually got a bite late in the day after we relocated.  The fish jumped one time and out came the hook.  12 hours of fishing and 3 seconds of sheer excitement.  That’s just how it goes sometimes.  Gotta persevere.  Yesterday we fished around a whole bunch of fish out in the sound and they weren’t really feeding either, at least not while I was there.