This morning Dr. Jeff took the dangerous drive up aRt. 95 to fish his home waters. We left the dock with overcast skies and no wind. The first stop was empty of fish so we moved on into some rain showers. They provided a couple rainbows that was the highlight of the day so far. The next stop brought us an Atlantic mackerel. Still not much showing. After running out of patience we moved west. We found a few pods of albies that didn’t want to stay and play. The fog dropped on us quickly and thickly so we did some reverse surf casting along the beach. That brought us a couple bass and a porgy. We kept moving and broke out of the fog and continued our search. We found a few more pods of albies that were more skittish than the first ones. We finished the day with a small bluefish and that gave us a grand slam. Arrived at the dock to blue sky and heat. Left there to run into a monsoon just before arriving home.

This morning Jim came over for a short solo trip. When I arrived at my dock I couldn’t see my boat in its slip. Good times especially since I was picking up Jim at Watch Hill harbor. I made it there on time thanks to GPS and radar. We headed out with about 100 yards of visibility. That was doable. We found some fish that were playing hard to catch. A little while later I received my lucky phone call. Those who have fished with me know the power of the call. On Jim’s next cast the line went tight and after a few good runs our first bonito of the season was in the boat. A couple more casts brought our first chub mackerel in the boat. Because of time constraints we had to call it a day.

Monday Gail and I decided to go until we couldn’t. The water was flat when we headed out. We had a report of hard tails way to the east. On the way we encountered an acre or two of hungry bass with only one other boat close. Most of these fish were six to eight pounders. I did manage an 18 pound fish on an inch long fly. After a bit we decided to keep moving. We made an uneventful trip to Pt. Judith. We hung out there for awhile and saw one bonito taken by a guy blind casting. We gave up and headed West. The bass were still there so we picked up a few more and called it a day. Jack was out today and the fish had moved. Someone must have left the gate open.

We headed out 5his morning to see how much damage the swells from the hurricane had done along the oceanfront. The bonito had started to show up before the storm. We got half way down the beach before we gave up. Lots of mud around and they don’t like mud. Most likely it will be a few days before it cleans up. We left there in search of clean water and came across several schools of nice sized bass. I think these were the guys that have been on the reefs lately. They were hitting flies like they were starving. A good day on the briney.

We took a long ride today on a scouting mission. We received a phone call with some good intel so we headed out. Half way there we found our own fish of the hard tail variety. As usual they didn’t want to stay and play so we kept going. Our destination was pretty bare with a brisk east wind and an outgoing tide. We turned around and found three more pods on the way home. They were all one and done but nice to see. Once the tide slows a bit and the wind changes direction we should get better results. If the hurricanes leave us alone. Stay tuned.

It’s been a very quiet two weeks for us. No thanks to the lady at the Orthopedic Drs. Office. In a crowed waiting room it seemed like she was trying to cough up a lung. Two days later we started with symptoms and two days after that we both tested positive for Covid. After a round of anti virals we are now testing negative. A little weak and tired but getting stronger every day. We will be hitting the briny in the next day or so. Stay tuned.