At 4 am I was at WaWa in Jackson and gave her the once over before backing down the ramp at 530 am, way ahead of the armada of boats we would encounter out on the water. Leif was ready to go and watched as I pushed her off the trailer and went to fire her up....clash, bang, boom. WTF? So it was hook her back up and pull off to the side and figure out WTF is going on with this battery/charging set up my beloved bud Jim custom wired up for his own custom sled. But now I had to do some diagnosing and fixing, and quick.
We made it out to the grounds, Raritan Bay and froze our arses off on the way out and until the sun rose and the turbines slowed down a bit. NE wind brought cold air and some chop to the fleet. We stayed away from the trollers, and there were a lot of them, and the livening and shad drop and reel crowds. Birds were always looking and here and there they would stop on bait pushed up to the surface. One time it happened right next to us and Leif landed a beautiful, say 25-30 maybe pound bass on an Ugly Ass Fly in black and something. I won't even go into if this thing caught any redfish while he and his wife were down in South Carolina last week. Alright, one was over 40 inches.
We ran out front in some wind against tide slop and found boats almost literally on the beach. Big bunker was from the beach scarp to about 300 feet out for about 1500 feet. Most, well all, were livening and it just didn't interest me to stick around so we left and went looking. We headed back into the bay and drove around before calling it a short day about noon. Funny thing, as I am heading back into the yard the gate keeper stops me and says, "Be careful, its dead low tide".....Gulp!