This is ancient, storied water. For centuries it was one of the most treacherous passages on the entire eastern seaboard — part of the busy coasting route between Boston and New York — so dangerous that a lightship was eventually moored here to guide vessels safely through. The shoal itself is pure sand: shifting, tide-scoured, perpetually alive with bait. It is exactly the kind of place a striper wants to be in June.

We found them immediately using Tyler's radar. Birds were working over the shoal when we arrived, wheeling and diving over pockets of fish that were visibly feeding on six-inch herring in the rips.

Tyler stemmed the tide expertly, holding the boat in front of the breaking water while Grant and I cast Monomoy Tackle Specter topwater plug and the MFCC Guppy Pencil Popper into and parallel to the rip, letting the current carry them naturally into the feeding zone.