[Marlin Maniac]

Well, I'm going to share one of my honey holes with you, if you promise not to tell anyone else. LOL! I was a long time resident of Willoughby Spit in Norfolk. Beginning after the first cold front of the year, usually in late August and lasting well into October, there is a good run of puppy drum all along the beach at Willoughby Spit. If you cast a bait on a fish finder rig out near the stone groins installed off the beach you will find them. Squid and cut bunker work well. One of the best spots was right behind the old Holiday Inn about half way out on the Spit. Another was at the end of the spit off the rocks. If you're out there don't forget to soak a crab bait for the stray speckled trout. But don't cast that too far, because the fish are right at your feet. And right about time the reds cool down, striper heats up. I loved walking along the beach at sundown, wading in shorts into November, casting surface plugs to the ends of those stone groins. Many are out of range for light tackle, but some are within range. And I went home empty handed at least as often as I caught fish, but I loved taking the fish right from the water to the pan. Walk down the beach and catch your dinner. Can't beat it.

[Marrdro]

Well, I'm going to share one of my honey holes with you, if you promise not to tell anyone else. LOL! I was a long time resident of Willoughby Spit in Norfolk. Beginning after the first cold front of the year, usually in late August and lasting well into October, there is a good run of puppy drum all along the beach at Willoughby Spit. If you cast a bait on a fish finder rig out near the stone groins installed off the beach you will find them. Squid and cut bunker work well. One of the best spots was right behind the old Holiday Inn about half way out on the Spit. Another was at the end of the spit off the rocks. If you're out there don't forget to soak a crab bait for the stray speckled trout. But don't cast that too far, because the fish are right at your feet. And right about time the reds cool down, striper heats up. I loved walking along the beach at sundown, wading in shorts into November, casting surface plugs to the ends of those stone groins. Many are out of range for light tackle, but some are within range. And I went home empty handed at least as often as I caught fish, but I loved taking the fish right from the water to the pan. Walk down the beach and catch your dinner. Can't beat it.

The boss and I lived in the Apt building (Jefferson Apts I think) right next to the Inn back in the early 80's. We spent hours out there doing exactly what you just said.