It was the biggest fish of the trip, and my friend lost it. Then he lost another that was even bigger, judging from the bend in the rod. A close inspection of the lure upon retrieval showed the culprit. An old treble hook on the cod jig looked as if it had been “sharpened” with a hammer — dull to the point of being about worthless.
Our fishing world is evolving, changing before our eyes, and smart anglers will adjust their tactics to the realities of the day. Those who do will reap the rewards; those who don’t probably will come home with less, or maybe an empty cooler.
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Tim Coleman died May 3, in Weekapaug, R.I., doing what he loved to do best at that time of year: scouting the salt ponds and outer beaches for spring striped bass. He was an exceptional saltwater angler and a prolific writer. Thousands of readers lost an advocate and authentic storyteller for fishing in the Northeast, and anyone fortunate to have known Tim lost a good friend.