Vin T. Sparano

Last summer, as I sat at my desk overlooking Raritan Bay, I watched dozens of boats from small 17-foot center-consoles to 40-footers clustered near the Verrazano Bridge.
My son Matt was part of this fleet clobbering huge schools of striped bass at all depths from the surface to the bottom of the bay. The stripers would alternate from hitting surface lures to natural baits on the bottom.