The moon was still big, but it was a ghost town. Not a single surfcaster on the south or north sides. Not a single light out on the water. I was certain I'd missed the party, but just wanted to get back out on those Montauk swells again. Really didn't matter if I caught.
...But I DID catch. I hooked up with a healthy striper about 15 minutes after I launched, with about an hour left before high tide. It was a slot bass, about 30 inches. As the tide turned the bite got much better. I marked a couple of spots that I just kept hitting. Deep diving 5 1/4" Crystal Minnows were the ticket. Switched to deep tube just to entice a bigger bass, but they were all between 27 and 30 inches, and the tube got no love. Finished with about a dozen cookie-cutter bass, no blues, and that great feeling of being home again.
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