READY TO
RUMBLE: The false
albacore run in the
fall fuels a fi shing
frenzy among
savvy anglers.TOM MIGDALSKIT
he 8-mile run across “the pond” didn’t
take long on glassy seas. The sunny, calm
conditions were perfect for spotting busting fi sh.
After launching from Waterford, Connecticut,
three of us crossed eastern Long Island
Sound—a deep, tide-swept passage over a craggy
bottom with no more than a ferryboat wake to
navigate. Then whitewater appeared in the dis-
tance, on the uptide side of a rip, where such a
disturbance doesn’t naturally occur.