I vacation at the Jersey Shore with my family every Labor Day week, and having two small kids means I don’t get much opportunity to fish during the day. My time comes when they’ve gone to bed and I know an outgoing tide will get resident bass blitzing in the lights of a few local bridges. It’s simple fishing; I carry a 9-weight, a popper or two, a few Clousers, and some floating crabs, which, on occasion, I’ve watched bass rise to and sip like rainbows eating caddis. The fun lasts for an hour or so, and then it’s home to bed, but that’s often all you get from these little players. I’m happy to catch them a few times per season, and then before I know it, my in-laws’ beach house is winterized, the temperature drops, and I’m donning thermal base layers, bibs, and a jacket once again, breaking rough inlets at dawn because the migrators are back in town.