Going three for three on citations per trip is highly unlikely, but it was all I could think about while paddling through the thick fog.
Compass, emergency whistle, communication device, and a keen sense of bridge location at all times were critical. I've been in fog like this before, but never where it lasted all day. It was somewhat surreal being at the 1st island and not being able to see anything. I could hear the deep fog horns of massive ships resonating as they got closer to the tunnel, but never even saw an outline or silhouette.
Unfortunately, my rock dwelling buddies were not fond of the sea level cloud and I was only able to convince two little 14"ers to come out and play.
After getting off the water right around dark, I couldn't resist the chance at the big stripers again. I met Miles Wong and Justin Mayer and proceeded to soaking eels. I had one about 40" and Justin had a 33"er. Sorry, no pictures of the stripers...