One late afternoon we fished the inlet for about half an hour with light tackle and silver spoons with treble hooks. Nothing. No birds working, no action. We cruised back to the swirling shallows across from the lighthouse and saw a school of bait fish in an energetic mass moving along the edge of a channel. There were no birds working and the school was undisturbed. We had gotten to them before the blues or the stripers had even discovered them. We began casting lightly with anticipation when all of a sudden.....STRIKE.....and then another STRIKE! A school of striped bass had found the bait fish and were moving in. We must have caught and released 15 fish before another boat saw us and soon another. Before long there was a small armada of anglers joining the fun.
I have to admit that I'm not a good fisherman. Most of the time Theo and I get skunked. It is VERY gratifying to be at the right place at the right time when the fish are biting on the Barnegat Bay.
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