In June of 2008 I took a trip to New Jersey with my good friend Matt to visit some of his family. While there we drove to the Jersey Shore at about 1 a.m in the hopes of luring some fish out of the Atlantic Ocean. Why 1 a.m you may be asking? Because Matt's Uncle Kenny is crazy about fishing and I'm not one to shy away from a seemingly unconventional adventure.

Tracy and Matt trying to coax some fish into taking the bait.

Cleaning and filleting a Fluke, part of the mornings catch.