Things started off slow. Water was crystal clear and warm, but the flounder didn't know that they were supposed to bite. Maybe it goes back to that no flounder on an east wind thing. Anyway, we covered the bridge to the boxes and drifted the jetties at Little Creek Base. At dark we returned to the bridge looking for stripers in the lights. Very scattered and small. Then, just before I was going to pack it up, I started working a bucktail in the eddies behind the pilings. Bingo! I could pull a croaker or small striper out from behind each piling. Biggest croaker was 16 inches. Loads of fun. Just proves that if he works hard enough and long enough even a blind pig will find an acorn.