So I was disappointed, albeit not surprised, when for six of the seven days I spent in my favorite state, I got shut out. That's putting it mildly. I felt like I'd spent 10 rounds with a heavyweight. In New Jersey alone, I was hindered by a seasick passenger that needed dry land (no names), an impenetrable wall of fog that refused to lift and turned a trip around, a faulty fuel line, a broken leader that resulted in a lost Delaware River striper and the always-frustrating beautiful, perfect, absolutely fishless day on the bluefin grounds. In fact, the only way I found to catch fish in Jersey for the first six days was to go to Connecticut.