Thanks, MikeV! I have enough trouble minding my own business that I don't have the time or energy to mind others'. Besides, the only behavior I can control is my own. Sometimes...
OTOH, I am not above dropping a dime (it's a quarter now, isn't it-if you can find a payphone) for serious poaching.

27-28.May: Tuesday and Wednesday at the Wall I struck out, got the stinky kitty. Well except for a big blueback on Wednesday.

29.May: I arrived at the Wall at 2:30 pm. Four shadaholics were wearing out their rotator cuffs as I parked. One small buck shad was being netted as I set up. The 411 was the shad were in, and cooperating!
It was overcast, and the water was smooth as glass. Clear, with ZERO cotton, only a little flotsam, and a fair current. About quarter to 3:pm, I set the hook on my vitamin shad. It put up a decent fight in the current, and we netted a small roe, about 2#, maybe, after a brief contest. After a Kodak™ moment, she was released. Other than an alewife, that was all she wrote for me, but it kept the off.

The action was sporadic through the afternoon. Just before I left about 4:45 pm, one of the regulars who was soaking a chunk at the far right terminus, had a hard hit on his meat stick. He landed a 39" striper, a little over 23#. After measuring, weighing, and a Kodak™ moment, he released it.

Terminal tackle: 1.5 oz drail over a 4' flouro 10# leader, and a hammered silver leaf in pink w/black dot.

Tomorrow is another day, and I hope the cotton stays off the water. Tight lines!