Erin and I put in at Trenton, where I purchased a season pass, and headed up to behind Cooper'sd and then down as far south as the Turnpike Bridge. Along the way we stopped at Debby's in Florence for some ice cream.
I had the rod on the boat and made a few casts but it wasn't a fly fishing day. It felt good to get the boat out. I think there's a part of me that is kinda scared. This boat is not like mine and has been rigged up and don't know all that it has and can do. Between that and sinking my pick up last year getting it out of the water at Atlantic Highlands had me a bit gun shy also. But it likes riding a horse, you fall off, you get back on. I'm not too thrilled with the way the Yukon tows it so doesn't help either. When I got back home I went to give it a bath with my neighbors pressure washer and as soon as I turned it on it blew out where the high pressure hose was kinked. If that was all that wrong on the shakedown trip that's okay by me.