Uneasy about sitting on land for very long had me go rattle my mates cage for an afternoon of beating on the Navesink river. Don't think for a second because I spend so much time in the blue water that I don't absolutely love the skinny water. I grew up on it and for a few hours a year I'm a teenager again... He came up with some elaborate schemes but I had to pin the Dooshberry down and get it across that we should try what always works first before going experimenting.
We set down on our spot and big bunkers started flipping. Thats all it took to get him fired up on snagging. And snag he did ... He went top work loading a cooler of them while I tried to dredge up some flukes to take back to Mrs. Deep to have her do magic on.
I started picking then while reeling a bare jig in after missing one the blues piled on it. Aha! Time to get to work high and low. The bite only got better with time and by quitting time we had a great mix of flatties and fatties... My mate had his bunker fill an it was siles all around...
Come saturday morning, its my plan to trade the blues in for a nice chunky slob mako.
For all the crap I give my mate, hes a great guy. Not enough fish for him had him go back and continue the slaughter last night and into this morning. We now have obscene amounts of bluefish and he and his buddies each kept a healthy striper for their fridges. So anyone on the north end... Bottom line: the river and beaches are both on fire!
Both coolers of death in the tackle box brimmeth over with youn yummie blues to go forth into the promised land and purge the holy waters of the demon mako...