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Last week of June on the annual family camping(fishing) trip to Truro.One week in heaven with gentleman fishing at its best.The local sharpies had been complaining about the lack of action and the imminant beach closure due to the PLOVERS.At first I was just happy to be there,but I wanted fish.Night fishing was nonexistent but pencils were working sporadically at daybreak at race point.Then all hell broke loose at the mission bell one morning for a lucky few.I had driven to the end of the beach and started working my way back when I noticed a two acre cloud in the first curl coming my way.Not only the sight but the sound of what went on for the next three hours was hard to do justice with words.It was impossible to cast and NOT hook up.Like Rappin' Mikey said all the fish put a good tug on the line and the bait was hitting the sand just to die with a tan.I actually went to wake up my sons at the campground and brought them back to catch fish in their underwear.The rest of the week brought reliable fishing as soon as it was light enough out to see the plug hit the water the fish would move in and it was as much topwater action as you could hope for.No korkers,no waders,not even a headlamp.Just shorts on and the toes in the sand at the most beautiful beach (longnook?) on the cape.
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