I got a fun email today from Dana Nilson, president of the Buzzards Bay Anglers Club:
“I’m actually sitting on the back of my boat in Menemsha last weekend on the 3rd Sunday of September reading about Brad and Skipper fishing for albies from the same jetty on the same weekend (see The Big One, Chapter 4). It’s kinda of surreal as I’m popping up out of my chair every so often to see if anyone has hooked up so I can put the book down and join them for a few casts.
“But alas nobody has any luck. I watched guys all day with expensive waders and lots of gear hop out onto the jetty just to see them walk back after an hour or so with no luck. I broke out the binoculars to scan the horizon for birds and the adjacent beaches to see if anyone was dragging in anything. Nope, nothing. I swore I saw a few splashes just out of the surfcaster’s reach, so I put the book down and took a run over to the spot. Nothing!
“I return to the comfort of my deck chair and envision myself fishing alongside Lev for the big one (Big One, Prologue). I get a picture of my kids eating ice cream along Squid Row. I argue with my wife that that guy that just walked along the dock was David Letterman. My wife and I stuff ourselves on lobsters and steamers purchased from Stanley at the Menemsha fish market.
“Oh so good! We head for home with an awesome sunset in our wake. What a weekend. No fish but still a great time.”
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