First thing we saw on the river was a pod of bunker finning on the surface.
That line of wrinkled water is the fish.
It was chilly and sunless at the start of the day.
The local commercial fishing fleet was undaunted, however, and headed out on Long Island Sound.
We endured a couple of brief, light showers and a couple of glimpses of the sun's rays...which were warming but short-lived.
But with the water temps on the Sound nearing or even exceeding 70°, stripers were going to be hard to find in shallow water.
...which doesn't really bother me as bluefish are among the best fighting fish in the Sound.
This fellow ran line off the reel and jumped a couple of times before finally succumbing to the boga grip.
Guess it's easier for them to stand that way under blowing conditions, plus it sets them up to take off in case the nasty man in the boat with the camera decides to attack.
Could have used a warmer jacket out there, but all-in-all it was another great day on the water.