It’s been a long strange road to realizing the dream of a first television show… so wouldn’t you know it? I show up in Long Island and my gear does not: lost in shipping, they say. No rods. No reels. Not even a hook. It’s Saturday afternoon, so no shipping’s gonna happen this weekend. A few calls around finds a tackle shop that will stay open if we make the hour-and-a-half drive. The drive is the bad news. The good news is we get to splurge on all new Shimano gear!!! Now it’s time to launch with my longtime friend Bill Stahl, and begin the hunt for Stripers and Bluefish, all within 100 miles of New York City.