Well, I finally made it down to Wollaston Beach last night for the last of the "daylight" hours. I fished the Southern end where that little cove is (not too sure of the names for most of the area). Anyway, I show up and there are fish breaking all along the shoreline. As I start casting, I realize that I have forgotten one thing for this evening...BUG REPELLENT! After about five minutes of being eaten alive on my feet, I pack it up. As much as I wanted to get those fish, my feet were screaming. So now all I have left to show for the evening is a pair of semi-swollen feet and a lot of scratch marks. Oh well, there's always tonight.