I went out for pike on Sunday, a scouting trip of sorts for the Clave next week. I lost a fly to one fish, missed the surface strike of another, and landed a three pound largemouth (so much for bass being wire-shy). The wind picked up substantially after a few hours, so I beat feet back to the launch and called it a short day.
In one spot I was marking huge quantities of fish in only five feet of water, downcurrent of an island point. Schoolies? Too windy to hold decent boat position, even with an anchor, so I never found out.
Pike clavers, the fish are there.