My Dad, Pops and I started bright and early, hit the dock at 5:30, not another boat in sight. Once we hit main marsh we threw the rigs together, baited up, and starting casting. An hour later, still nothing, no fish, and no boats. We were beginning to think everyone else had the right idea.
We decided to poke around a bit and worked our way down the intercoastal. At this point we began to make excuses for ourselves, like most fisherman do when they know they have been beat. "Well the tide was wrong." "Yea that storm yesterday messed it all up, too much trash in the water." You get the point. We had at least got to bend the rods a bit on some nice size sand sharks, but it was beginning to get a little frustrating.
Under the new NJ rules, we needed 18 inches, so that didn't help much either as we threw back 3 or 4 shorts throughout the day. Just about the time I started to have the feeling someone was going to say "Alright you guys ready?" my dad hooked into one.
Then I hooked one, then pops had one on. So on and so on, and in what seemed like only an hour we went from no flounder to 8. I even managed to catch one on a small dead crab another flounder had spit up (nothing better then free bait). Pops ended up landing the fish of the day. A real nice 26" fish that weighed in at 6 lbs. To our surprise the big flounder coughed up a 6 or 7 inch sea robin. Good thing for us that he was still hungry.