Ok, my computer is finally fixed. Tues. morning I headed up to Sandy Hook to get back into the salt. After everyone telling me this was the place, I had to see it for myself. I parked in the Sandy Hook National Park and fished the ocean side near some rocks. I had no luck there but the guy fishing next to me caught a shorty. I then crossed the street to the bay side to check it out. The water was shallow and I waded out about fifty feet and the water was only up to my knees. Nothing seem to be happening there so I jumped into my car and headed more north and picked a spot where I saw what looked to me to be a sand bar not too far out from the shore (and some bikinis). I couldn't wade out too far because undertoe was brutal. I fished for about an hour using clouser and bunker flies but the spot I was eying was about 100 yards off shore. I saw what I thought was bait fish and that was
confirmed when all hell broke loose. Fish started diving and splashes where coming up from the water, it was an all out blitz. I stood there watching it happen out of my reach and I got whacked by a five foot wave that put a couple of gallons of water in my waders. I was soaked, tired, and frustrated. I decided to head back to the car to dry off when I lady that I spoke to earlier stopped me and said "you're not leaving now, they're getting closer" and she was right. I went back into the water but my eight weight couldn't get the fly into the zone. (The ten weight I ordered didn't get to me on time for this trip) The two guys fishing next to me were using big surf rods to cast out nickle spoon lures. They got into the strike zone and got three shorties each. I was hating life at that point and I was dying to get out of my waders so I headed back to my car skunked with my first striper out there somewhere laughing at me. I really seem to suck at this but I am not giving up anytime soon. I'm heading back to the ocean on Tues. morning to try again. Anyone want to meet up, let me know.
