There was hardly a ripple on the water as Charlie W. and I left the marina.
Definitely going to be a day for fly-fishing.
We weren't five minutes on the water before we spotted these fellows pulling in a nice bluefish.
When the tide floats this off the jetty, it's going to be a hazard.
Egret...of some sort.
We were quickly into fish...mixed bag of bluefish and striped bass all feeding together.
Black-crowned night heron.
No keepers, but we caught a bunch of stripers of fun-to-catch size.
Mute swans...undoubtedly cursing us under their breath.
We caught many stripers and blues on the fly rod.
The Coast Guard were out making the waters safe for boaters.
One almost feels like ducking from some of these planes on approach to Bridgeport's airport.
Magnificent day on the water.