A simple tug on the end of a fishing line about 40 years ago changed my life forever. My family was out on our 31-foot, wooden Downeaster, drifting in the ocean off Jones Beach, New York. Our round-bottom boat bobbed like a cork. It was early summer and prime time to catch our go-to groundfish: the fluke. Also known as summer flounder, these aggressive and tasty critters sit stealthily in the sandy bottom, waiting to strike unsuspecting prey with extreme prejudice. Their aggressive bite is what makes them so much fun to catch. Add some bread crumbs and a little lemon, and they fill out a dinner plate nicely.