Got up early this morning and decided to fish but didn't have the yak set up on the car. Not wanting to wake up the neighbors and the wife I decided I would wade. No big deal.

I fished Revere Beach north of Boston. Got there about 6:00 and poked around waiting for something to happen. Finally about 8:00 the birds began to work.

A small but not insignificant school of bass was pushing bait across the channel from where I stood waist deep in the water.

I had no chance at these fish that were a couple hundred feet away and across a 15 foot deep channel. Standing with my hands and rod on the hip I heard a shout.

"Do you want to jump in the boat?"

Well H. E. double toothpicks, yes.

A nice man named Terry swung over and picked me up. First cast and I was into a 20" striped bass. Hooked a few more over the next 30 minutes and it was time to go home.

Thanks Terry, and good karma is all yours.