An early start on a cool morning was rewarded with an empty beach yesterday. On the third cast, my rod bent with a good fish, and then it was gone. That set the tone for the day, as the fluke would hit the jig but would not commit. A bunch of bites but only two shorts made it to the sand. Even a little striper that Evelyn brought to shore shook off. Just one of those days. With no fish for dinner, we have to hope the Yankees hit a bunch of home runs so we can go to Poppa John's.