The clear, green crustaceans flitted about, sinking into the water column, flowing back with the tide. The slick was established. On the fish finder, patches of red began to show under the stern. Packs of weakfish caught a whiff of the shrimp scent, then moved up the slick to follow the clicking and flitting of the crustaceans. It’s feeding time. I plunked a shrimp fly into the water 15 feet behind the boat, right where we witnessed weakies popping the surface. Three quick strips and, in an instant, I was connected. Dozens upon dozens of jewel-flanked 1- to 2-pound weakfish followed in a feeding frenzy, hitting every line thrown in the water. Slip-bobber rigs, flies, or shad darts tipped with shrimp — it didn’t matter — the bite was going bananas, and Jersey weakfishing was in full swing.