I ran out to the Triangles after tog this morning. I was not very good. I did feed a lot of fish so there will be some fat ones waiting for you. I caught a cunner and that was my excuse for the rest of the trip…every missed bite, no matter how strong…dang cunner. I managed to catch 8 of the more stupid tautog. I kept 2, tagged and released the rest. None were large. I did have a big tog on. While cranking it up, I said out-loud, “this is a citation”. I don’t know who I was talking to, I was fishing alone. As soon as I said it, the hook pulled. Something about counting your chickens…
It was good to get back out on the water. It seems it has been blowing a gale for the entire year.
