Went to Scotch Plains to try selling a coin. I got there at 3:52. The store supposedly closes at 4:00. I was just waved off, but I quickly reasoned that I'll get a better price if I'm not running in to beg for time. I might have to wait until I retire. Just can't schedule it. I'd sell it on Ebay, anyhow, but the dime is in such poor condition, I need an expert to judge the mint mark.
No big deal, but numismatics aren't only about keeping.
From there--82 degrees out--it took me 50 minutes in heavy traffic to arrive in South Bound Brook. I did find some six or seven feet of water, I think. Maybe if I only wanted a bass, I should have stayed there with hopes of hooking one as it headed upstream.
Got my big paddletail snagged but pulled it free.
I backtracked to Island Farm Weir. Felt as if I had a better shot there. Not so sure now, but I cast my heart out, hoping to hook a striper over 28 inches so my wife could cook a novel dinner.
Lost my big paddletail to something in the water. The fast water there below Island Farm Weir eats lures. I switched to a smaller paddletail and kept retrieve speed fast, allowing the jig to dip down on occasion--careful about that.
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