We cleared the harbor and had lines in the water not long after. Jim set us up with his own handmade, hand-tied flounder rigs — tipped with fresh clam he'd picked up at Stop & Shop the day before (he usually digs his own, but the Zoominar had other plans). Three to four ounces of weight, drifting at less than a knot across the bottom of Cape Cod Bay.

Within two minutes, the rods started tapping.

That's the thing about winter flounder — they don't crash your bait like a bluefish or slam it like a striper. It's subtle. Nibble. Nibble. Nibble. And then you lift the rod, set the hook, and feel that satisfying, headshaking tug come back at you. Light spinning or conventional gear makes it a lot of fun.