Today brought Gary up the long but ever dangerous drive up Rt.95 from SW Connecticut. We left early and found the fish waiting. They were pretty scattered today so we had to work a bit harder. We had a pretty steady bite until lunch had come and gone. Another fun day with a good friend. Gary has been fishing with me for about 25 years or so and we have had some adventures for sure. One day we were looking for bonito in the fog and when I shut the motor off we heard someone yell for help. We found a guy snorkeling a couple hundred yards off the beach and he had no idea where he was. We tossed him a line and towed him to shore. A while later when the fog lifted we heard a snort and looked out to see a sperm whale breach a hundred yards from the boat. Picture a brown Mobey Dick. We had a day In Montauk when it was a fish on every cast. All albies until the big stripers showed up. Good times with a good friend.

Travis and Reagan made the long trek east for an evening on the water. We left the dock and stopped at a few spots that are usually productive on an incoming tide but not yesterday. We continued on to head for the area that I had some luck on Friday. We were early for the tide change but the fish were already there. It didn’t take long for the crew to hook up with some nice bass. As the tide slowed the fish grew larger. By the time we were done we landed three fish over 20 lbs. That would be over 40 inches for the people that use a tape instead of a scale. We left at dark with all of us pretty much done in. Lots of laughs and good memories were made today.

Yesterday I forced myself to get up early to catch the right tide. The fish were waiting for me and they were hungry. I managed a handful between 10 and 18 lbs. and that was enough for me. It was a bit on the breezy side and the tide was ripping. Good times. I have my first trip later today. Stay tuned.

This morning the wind finally took a break so we could go for a boat ride. There were scattered fish in most places with a fleet of boats on them. We decided to look around a bit and came upon some huge splashes. I was thinking big albies or maybe some school bluefin. Wrong on both counts. They were big bass on Atlantic mackerel. I managed two big girls and Gail had some a bit smaller. It was nice to see the bedlam.

This morning brought Dr. Jeff up the always dangerous Rte.95 to spend the day on the briney. Despite a lousy weather forecast we headed out in search of the elusive striped bass. The first stop was like fishing in the desert so we moved on. The next stop produced a nice sized bluefish and we saved the fly. The next two hours were a boat ride. We came on a small bass blitz and they were hungry. Soon after we were in the middle of a large blitz that lasted for three hours. We were the only boat there for over an hour. We ended up with too many fish to count. As usual the forecast was only correct in that it was a chilly start.

Today brought Chris and Rob down from the cold north woods. The weather was favorable and the intel was fresh so we decided on a boat ride. We arrived early to find things very quiet on the Albie grounds. We kept moving and found some hungry bluefish to get the skunk out of the boat. It wasn’t really what we wanted so we retraced our steps a bit and we found fish that wanted to play. We soon added a few bonito to the tally. Soon they were replaced by a god number of somewhat finicky albies. Both guys managed to fool some into eating. We left them chewing. A really fun day on the old briney.