Luyen’s Reel-Time FLog

Nothing refined about summertime angling in the Bight. The bass are few and far between, and the species of choice — by default — is the bad-ass bluefish. This toothy malcontent was holding in an eddy along some shoreline structure. Ralph and I had hoped to pull an unsuspecting bass from the rocks, and for a few heart-pounding moments, I thought I had indeed set my hook into a lunker linesider. But it was a big blue. And yes, for those keeping score at home… I whacked it and grilled it for dinner.