Super Snook is tired, real tired. He has been on the move most of the afternoon, and he senses the imminent onset of dark. Driven by a complex genetic code, fine-tuned for survival over hundreds of years, he “knows” it’s time to move south. All the environmental factors are telling him beyond a shadow of a doubt that the time is now. Long, warm, summer days are becoming shorter, and the languid waters of the back-bays of the Outer Banks of North Carolina are beginning to cool