"We'll need some bait," said Willcox, and he slowed down in an area that to my Northeast eye looked like any other part of the expanse of blue around us. Willcox dropped a bag of chum over the side, told Joe to shake it, and started draping sections of a 10-foot-diameter castnet over his shoulder. After four throws we had about six dozen 2- to 4-inch pilchards and pinfish in the baitwell. "These work well, especially the pinfish," said Willcox, as we scrabbled around the deck, grabbing the bait that flipped out of the net. "Ow!" said Joe, wincing as one of the sharp-dorsal-finned baitfish snapped out of his palm. "That's why they're called pinfish," said Willcox. "OK, this is fun, but we have enough bait. Let's go."