So today we traveled far only to find the first bluefish of the season. It was a flat calm morning and seemed like a good day to test out some of the farther reaches of the neighborhood. I saw the charter fleet trolling back and forth dragging their wire rigs and headed inshore looking for "grass patches". A couple of breaking fish alerted me and quickly my fishing companion and I were hooked up to some mid-sized bass. It seemed like the traveling was well worth it until the flies and lures started to disappear. Bluefish, Cape Cod Bay's sign of mid-season. The goodnews, the fish drought has mellowed. The bad news, these fish have teeth and not only pose a danger to my fingers, they can go thru tackle like you wouldn't believe. The lure companies refer to bluefish as their business partners. For me, all those tired, rusty flies that served their purpose this past spring and early summer, are re-vitalized and given a second chance. That's the news for today.