I wasn't in town more than a couple hours before the bug bit me. My deckhand was all about giving it a go and we assaulted the bridges of northern Monmouth county on an all out smack down on jumbo blues, bass, small weaks...
We arrived at one and the bunker were so thick you could walk on them. I don't think my first bait even rached bottom before the first bite... The blues were solid. Big fish too! Some pushing 10lbs tested the tackle on the spans as the night wore on. I Managed a bass and my deckie added two to the score. We scaled back bait size and had a fair stream of 12-14" weakies to add to the mish mash.
The action was so hot that I lost track of time and while tying on a fresh hook I noticed my watch said 3AM... Though the bite continued I knew I would have a busy day outfitting a clients boat and bailed out on my buddy. He continued the marathon moving to the beach and adding fluke and more bass to his tally...