Barefoot Surfcasting in November

Gotta love it! Nov 1, barefoot and in shorts surfcasting. After a great morning of getting a couple of stripers, Doug and I spotted a sh*t load of birds was in the distance. Like cowboys we saddled up on the bikes, surf rods in hand, and headed West. After a grueling fast ride we parked the bikes then spied the birds another 3 blocks down the beach. Huffing and laughing we reached the birds which were feeding on nothing! Normally they find the fish. In this case the jerked us around and we casted for 30 mins without a bite. But, the sky was amazing and the clarity piercing. Totally skunked we biked up and rode back in the shadow of the trees all the while smiling and grimacing at our freezing toes. Back at the house we laughed again and joked about finding our youth again. Like a couple of teenagers we were drawn by inspiration and adventure. As far as I am concerned, got to have passion and inspiration, no matter how trivial, in your life. Grasp it, struggle with it and let it take you away-just like that nice striper did last week! Gotta love it.