boats on bait from what we could see from the beach. We saw the Big Mohawk, a Belmar head boat, down deep into IBSP so I wondered was going on, or not, up north. We just drove and then stopped and
got out and watched for a bit. We saw one center console get a little too close to the bar and go up and sideways when the swell carried him in. It looked real sketchy there for a second but he motored out and was safe, tucking his tail and retreating into the middle of the boat crowd.
We had had just enough of fly fishing this epic Jersey fall run so we made for the exit to get back to the motel to help Brad break it all down and cleaned loaded up in his truck. He had to wrap all this classic stuff up because it's bucktail processing season and the International Fly Tying Symposium is next weekend so he needs to have plenty of stock for the show. And Brad, if you read here, remember my black!