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We hit the Cape Thursday AM and when that blanket of heat and humidity hit my four female passengers I thought they might mutiny and head back to NJ and the A/C, but they bucked up and I rigged up eight rods set to the task of fishing (well they did, it appeared they thought my position in life was to keep them properly baited). Bass River was producing the occasional cocktail, really nothing more to speak of day or night there, but huge spider crabs (though Molly Benjamin says there are fluke in the river, too), the end of West Dennis Beach is now closed off due to an alleged plover nesting (BUMMER), and the wind shift cancelled a boat trip on Sat., so basically I baited about 1,000 hooks and the only keeper bass I came home with was embroidered on the hat my wife tossed to me saying, "Here, catch, now you can say you caught a bass." (HA-HA, you're a regular riot Alice!)
Signed,
Skunked from NJ (but I'll be bock!)
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