The Knee Set
Today dawned cold and cloudy in Ocean City, NJ, and it stayed just that way. Chuck Furimsky and I ran out to several bridges and plumbed the cloudy water under them for whatever would eat our flies. The electronics told us there was a little bait around, but we saw nothing of any size on the screen. As we drifted under one of the bridges, Chuck decided to take off his gloves. He jammed the rod between his knees and began to work the gloves off his hands. That’s when the only strike of the day came. Since his hands were otherwise occupied, he just went ahead and set the hook with his knees—aah, the good old knee set. Worked like a charm, and soon Chuck had boated the small Striper. At least our boat didn’t go fishless today. By noon we were both rather cool, and headed in for a hit sandwich.
The tide was extremely high today, and hid some of the storm damage, but not all of it.
Chuck’s Striper felt the bite of the old “Knee Set.”