First spot didn't out back didn't disappoint as first the peanut bunker were getting pulled out with the ebb tide and then towards the end of the tide the bay anchovies poured out. I hd tandem flies on most of the time so they just grabbed whatever fly they wanted. First five casts equalled five fish.
When it did get near the end of the tide and small offerings were what they wanted I tied on a Jim Matson special. That produced well on a cast, plop, and dead drift with the current. I lost count of the number, maybe a dozen plus, and I decided to move along to spot #2, which I fished but the tide was an hour in and hadn't enough water in the spots I wanted. So it was move along and head to spot #3,
which was going to be my last stop for the long third shift. I really haven't been through Asbury Park, or maybe didnt pay attention. I remember maybe 10 years back it didnt look like this and the edgy, sleazy, grimy, past would shot its head as I made my was to 8th Avenue, hookers on Bond Street, drugs on Springwood, men soliciting you as you pulled into the parking lot. And lights? Kingsley Street looked like a airport runway. It was nice to see it on its way back.