Once we got out of the channel and started crossing the bay at 30 mph, the wind cut through my jeans, but it wasn't too bad actually. We started out fishing the warm-water outflow of a power plant and the cool sight of the mist rising off the warm water and the porpoise and birds feeding on all the bait got me thinking that we might actually catch something. Dineen broke the ice with a jig, catching a small trout. I told him if he caught three before I caught one on my Chug Bug that I'd switch out - it didn't take long for him to catch three. As soon I put the jig on, I caught my first one and we continued catching little trout until we got tired of it. Since I hadn't expected to even get a bite, we'd made the day as far as I was concerned.