The bottom of Cotuit Bay -- the channel along the inside of Dead Neck/Sampson's
Island -- was hot Sunday morning. An amazing blitz of bass hung in the rip
in front of Cross Street/Riley's Beach for two hours, with about four
fly rodders from shore, and myself and Mike Pajolek in a boat, hooking up
on every cast. Didn't matter what pattern. Mike was throwing a red worm pattern
and I was throwing a white/Grizzly Deceiver.
Bluefish were finicky but there on the outside of the island.
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