Another weekend, another cold front. Like clockwork, Saturday featured blustery winds, rain and 50 degree temps. I knew fishing Sunday would be an exercise in futility, but I went through the motions anyway. I joined Juan at the Merry Pier, throwing mud crabs and live shrimp at the non-existent fish. No sheepshead. No grouper. No flounder. No black drum. No sea bass. Nothing but a lonely little whiting. I can’t wait for summertime!