A funny thing happened somewhere in the middle of Cape Cod, Massachusetts. We asked a total stranger for some local fishing dope, and he happily shared it.
This past spring I was feet in the sand with my friend and colleague Bill Sisson, getting punched in the face by an onshore wind as we watched a surfcaster in chest-deep water fire his plug into the caving surf. A couple of fly fishermen stood a few yards behind him, struggling to punch their flies through
