Am re-reading a favourite book of mine "On The Run: An Angler's Journey Down the Striper Coast". The author follows the striped bass migration down the eastern seaboard from Maine to North Carolina and writes about the fishing, and the colourful characters, that he meets along the way. Fabulous book. Once again, I am reminded how crazy skishing is.
In skishing, you don a wetsuit and fins, kick out in the Atlantic Ocean at night, and, floating on your back, fish live eels for striped bass that can easily exceed tyee weight. It takes a man with bigger nachos than mine to fish at night, floating in an ocean when tide rips of 8 knots can pull you out to sea like a water park ride, where an incidental catch of a bluefish can lop your finger off, and in waters where a 17 ft great white shark was caught in recent memory.
Crazy...
PS Read the book!