Monday morning brought Simon and Dave over from the UK for the week and they got to spend their first day with me. We headed out to the bass spot to find only one other boat which was a nice surprise. We had a steady pick of schoolies for most of the tide. Dave seemed to have the numbers and Simon had the size. We left to find a spread out school of bluefish and Simon picked up a nice one. We tried several other spots with not much luck. By then the tide changed so we made our move. Simon caught up with four nice fish in a row. A fun day with two great guys on the briny. My apologies for the lousy photography on the last two trips. I’ll figure it out one of these days.
Monday
September 18, 2018 By
We got Bass
September 18, 2018 By
I’m playing catchup here. its been busy the last few days. Sunday John brought his brother Tom out for the day. We started on bass and it was pretty steady till we lost the tide. Tom hooked up on his first cast but it took John two casts to put one in the boat. Often times that’s our kiss of death but not Sunday. After a good while we went on a search mission. We found a few albies that were in a traveling mood. We ended the day with a 36 inch 15 lb. striper courtesy of John.
A Bassin Good Day
September 15, 2018 By
Richard met me at the dock early today for our first trip together. We had a good tide so I set us up and Richard hooked up on the first cast. This is often times the kiss of death but not today. It was a steady bite for several hours until the tide slowed. We got a nice bunch of bass and a very large blue that Richard brought to the boat only to have the fish smile and turn his head and leave with my fly still in his mouth. We took a ride and found some albies that were pretty excited and weren’t hungry even after some good shots.
They are starting to grow
September 13, 2018 By
Gail and I went out yesterday after the first rain and came back before the deluge. It was pretty foggy so e decided on it being a bass day. Our first casts resulted in a double and that was pretty much the story for the day. we had more doubles than singles and Gail landed the largest blue of the season. We dodged the bullet with the hurricane and with luck it will stay that way.
Bass, Bass and more Bass.
September 9, 2018 By
Sunday my old friend Ed brought his son Tim and grandson Nigel up for a morning trip. Ed was one of my favorite pilots from Vietnam days. We took a lot of trips together but never in a boat. The winds were steady 15 plus today so it was a bit sporty out there. Our first stop produced a bass right away and they kept on coming. When one spot slowed down we found another. Most fish were in the five lb. range. We had several doubles and a bunch of singles. After we fought the waves for a few hours we opted for some quieter waters. Right off the bat Nigel tried to catch every bluefish in the sound. He caught more this morning than the boat has all season. When he turns 12 we are all in trouble. We decided to call it a day when on the way in we found another school of bass so we had to stop for a couple more. It was cold and windy but a lot of fun today.
Typical part two
September 3, 2018 By
Sunday we decided to try and redeem ourselves with our favorite fish. I really don’t like to fish on holiday weekends because it can be a little too busy out there. The plan was not to stay local and try to find fish in less crowded conditions. On our way we spotted a nice pod all by themselves so we pulled in and for them it was one and done. The next bunch had a dozen boats surrounding them. Everyone was giving other boats room to fish and nobody was running through the fish. We didn’t stop there and continued on. The next spot is a place that is rarely fished but from past experience I know that the bones will stop there to eat. A minute after we arrived a nice pod of bones showed. We both had good shots and instead of snipping the flies they hammered them. They left and so did we. For the rest of the day we found fish where there were no boats and when we had a decent shot they jumped all over the flies. There was no pattern to their feeding there is so much bait that they just seem to swim around and eat when they feel like it. The fish would go back and forth and if you zigged when they did it was game on. A pretty fun day all around.
Typical
August 31, 2018 By
Wednesday Gail and I continued our search for the sometimes elusive Bonito. We found them after a wait. We would go to where they should be and wait for them to show up. Some days the wait is measured in hours. They finally showed up and at times they were in good numbers. The only thing was that they would come up and bump the fly that they usually inhale. We finally gave up and to save some face we went in search of some happy fish. We found bass and blues that were more than happy to play so the day was salvaged and so were our egos.
The quest continues
August 27, 2018 By
Today Mark and Tom brought Rafe along for his first bonito expedition. We beat the sun looking for some bass or blues for a warm up but they stayed hidden. The local bones are on vacation so we took a ride. I spotted a few birds and as we pulled up a small pod of bones popped up. The first cast had Tom hooked up and a little while later it was in the net. We waited and a larger school came and Mark hooked up on his first cast. The fish left and the quest continued. there wasn’t much showing but we managed to get a few blues and a bass. At one point there was a school of Black Sea Bass chasing bait on the top. We pulled one of those out. Not to be outdone Rafe managed to get a sea robin to take a fly.
And so it continues
October 28, 2017 By
After yesterday Gail and I left the dock as the sun was rising. The fish were also rising. They hadn’t moved much from yesterday. We started with flies until the wind got too strong and tried to put us on the rocks. We switched to bucktails until we got tired . We must have had at least 40 doubles today. My left thumb looks like I got it caught in a paper shredder. One more week to go for this season.
Another first
October 10, 2017 By
Tuesday brought Bill all the way back from Delaware for another shot at the elusive albie. Bill has caught bass blues and even a large bonito but not an albie. Well that changed today. We left early and shortly after we arrived at our secrete destination the albies showed and they were hungry. Bill hooked up quickly and soon found out what all the excitement was about. He landed his first one and added a few more to the count before they pulled the old disappearing act. We moved around and found more that ate but did not want to stay hooked. They are here you just have to find them.
