Grinding one out

Today Peter and Paul were back for their second day of three. We started like yesterday but the fish had moved on. We picked a few off the beach but it was pretty quiet. We took a long ride to a couple of spots that I haven’t fished in a while. They weren’t there either. Another move found us sharing the water with a few bonito. We put two in the boat fairly soon. We must have caught them all because that was pretty much it for the day.

The switch was flipped

Monday brought Simon and Dave who also made the trip from the UK out for a day on the briney. We headed out and Simon landed a bass on his first cast That usually is the kiss of death but not today. We stayed inshore for a couple hours and had pretty steady action with bass and some good sized blues. When the sun got too high the bite tapered off. The next stop produced a lonely bonito. Followed by more bass and blues with an occasional sea bass and sea robin thrown in for good measure. We finally called it a day and headed for the dock only to run into more bass. A half dozen more and I threw in the towel. The pic is Dave with one of the early fish from today.

Seas the day

Sunday brought Peter and Paul across the Atlantic from the UK. We left early and headed out to where the elusive bonito have been visiting. They were there for a short while until 15 of our close friends showed up. We caught two peanut bunker pretty quickly and then it was seas for the rest of the day. Black Seas Bass and Seas Robins. Both in good numbers. On the way home we spotted our first good sized schools of bait moving in unmolested.

Improving

Friday Dr. Jeff and Frank came back for a day on the briney. We took a long ride and were rewarded with small pods of Bonito chasing bait. The guys doubled on their first casts with one fish coming on board we managed too put two more in the boat before the tide gave up. It took forever for the tide to turn and we found a few more after the change. All in all it was a fun day.

Typical

The other morning Gail and I went in search of the elusive Bonito. We found some fussy schools here and there. Gail managed two in the boat and I landed a Scup and a Sea Robin. Just to be clear the scup was huge. Almost big enough to keep. I should have known better.

Good news bad news

Monday was a bit of a challenge. On Steve’s morning trip he managed to catch a couple of bonito casting in the blind. That afternoon I had Jim and his sons E1& E2. With our luck all we could find were albies. True to their form they wouldn’t eat anything that we had in the box. The guys worked hard to no avail. Hopefully they will settle down soon and play nice.

We are still here

It’s been a while since I put anything on here. The fishing hasn’t been stellar although my anglers have been. We had a couple of good days and others were unproductive. The bait is slowly trickling in and it’s starting to improve a bit. There are rumors of bonito being caught but neither Steve nor I have seen any. The passing of Jack Balint has really put a damper on things. It was a sudden surprise and an infection that couldn’t be stopped. He is missed already.

Fun day on the briney

Today brought Neville all the way from the UK for a little stop off on the way home. We left fairly early and after a hot tip that there were some scattered fish in the area we headed over. The first fish to come aboard was a chub mackerel. Our first of the year. A little while later we picked away for a few stripers. With clear skies and no wind it was somewhat of a challenge today. Nev did well and we had a lot of laughs and caught some fish too.

Typical

Sunday morning brought John and Chris down for their first trip with me. We left early and I had some expectations of catching fish. A bit after we started at our first spot Chris hooked up and 10 seconds later he had his tippet bitten through thanks to a local bluefish. Unfortunately that was the highlight of the day. We went everywhere that I could think of and the guys threw flies steadily. Not another hit nor did we see another fish hooked by the weekend fleet. The weather has been playing havoc with the bait and the fish are acting accordingly. We’re going to try it again soon.

What a difference a day makes

Thursday morning brought Peter and his son along with his buddy. At this stage names escape me. I wasn’t overly optimistic but we had the weather in our favor, rain and wind. We went to our first stop to find a dead tide. About that time a timely phone call had us on the move. The tide was running and with it came the bait and bass. Three hours of catching fish up to 12 lbs. had the Captain pretty worn out. We had doubles and even a triple hook up. A good day on the briney.