This year, we got to the stretch of sand we had chosen and found it not so lonely, which was a good sign. Under the startling blood red full moon I've ever seen, we found no evidence that weakfish were in the area, and a little evidence that the had been recently but had gone. But, for a short period of time, if you know where to look and how to fish, you stand a chance of encountering probably the most ghostly of the New England inshore species. Catching one by accident while fishing for stripers or bluefish is rare.
They are incredibly boat shy, leaving only paddlers with a chance to spot them on their electronics. Their preferred feeding areas are limited. They pass through with little show, not slashing and tearing through bait like bluefish and albies or popping and blitzing like stripers.
If it weren't for a number of dedicated followers, it could come and go without being noticed. There is a species of fish that, in this time of over harvesting and by-catch, only visits the Connecticut shoreline for a few weeks in the spring.
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