It’s standard to get plenty of emails, texts and calls in fall when the fish in New England are on the move. Reports come from a boat captain, a young guy who works at a tackle shop and a longtime fishing friend who has a beach cottage in Quonochontaug, Rhode Island. You also hear plenty of second-and third-hand accounts that are usually too old to act on.
The best intel comes from putting your own boots on the ground and fishing regularly. But you can’t be everywhere. My wife sent me into a
