Wet-suiting is undoubtedly a more effective means of reaching big fish in conditions like Montauk, where big stripers approach the shoreline under the cover of darkness to feed, but it was not for me, not at 4 a.m. anyway, I just want to go home. Mike wants to try one more spot so I tag along, dragging myself almost, to another boulder field down the shoreline. "This is nuts," I'm thinking. "If we couldn't find the big fish he was looking for a quarter mile back why would they be here?" I'm thinking we're on a goose chase.