It was one of those "last cast" situations. I didn't get up early as planned, but spent the later part of the morning exploring a new (to me) spot, and fishing the outgoing tide. No details unless I get it to produce

except that it makes me appreciate my boots, and my dog Sati really dug it.
Came home for lunch, a nap, put the pot roast in the oven (I'm allergic to turkey), watched
Dial M for Murder, and headed over to South Shores to see if I might spend some time with my spotted friends on the incoming evening tide. It was already dark, but the moon was bright, and so armed only with my Shakespeare rod loaded with 5" Nuclear Chicken Jerkshad Gulp! on a yellow Cotee leadhead I headed to my favorite spot.
Plan was, fish until I lost either the Gulp! or the leadhead too. Cast after cast came back unmolested in any way. There was little wind, and I was able to really snap my casts, and I was pretty thrilled at how far out they were landing

.
Finally I decided I had to move on, but one last cast straight out, and far. I slowly reeled in, and about 25' out my rod just about doubles over bendo. It was big, and fighting hard, and I had to really play him to get him to shore. So much fun! This guy had serious jaws, and after shaking himself off the hook onto my feet, he clamped those jaws shut, and I had to pry his mouth open with both hands, paused a moment and thought inexplicably of NJ Bluefish before I stuck my thumb in his mouth for a photo. He shook himself off again after the first photo, and I am gonna enjoy bass thumb on both hands, but I just had to try for a good shot of this fighting BEAST, before tossing him back to battle again another day.
I didn't realize until then I'd stepped completely into the water in the dark, and my left boot was filled with water. I laughed and squished all the way home to put the potatos and carrots in with the roast. Just in time to see my favorite scene from
Rear Window.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Thanks so much to everyone who takes the time to read my reports!!