You’ve got twenty or thirty fishermen elbow-to-elbow, in various stages of casting, retrieving and reeling in fish. I heard someone way off to the right yell, “Here we go!” People were hooking up all up and down the beach. Suddenly the pole of the guy to my left dipped down to the water like a dowsing rod. Blues travel in schools so generally you either get skunked or you need a wheelbarrow to get all the fish home. Occasionally, someone would get a hit but for the most part there was just a lot of casting going on. The boys were busy messing around in the dunes, collecting driftwood and chasing seagulls. I pulled the Jeep over and immediately got my line wet, claiming what I thought was a good spot on the beach. There were about a dozen fishermen casting out into the surf and equally as many laying back and waiting for some action. On the bottom there are a lot of holes where the big fish can hide while baitfish get swept over them, it’s a bubbling buffet for stripers and blues.Īs we pulled up to the bend, the tide was just beginning to ebb. The Wasque rip is unique because of the way it’s situated currents collide creating a huge washing machine effect under the surface.
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