Precisely Robin.
We motored out early into a snotty NW chop yesterday morning, and thought about turning left with the rest of the fleet, but the conditions would have made it at rough go. We head over to the Knoll, where we did well the other day, and watched these huge dredges chomping away at the tip of the hook with like a 20yd shovel. It looked like the full barge was hard aground on the tip, they were that close. They had 2 big tugs and a lil guy on the same scow and they were all spewing black clouds trying to move it.
Anyway, that got old, and the wind was relentless, so we switch to Plan B and take a ride down the beach.
That smoothed out the conditions nicely, hiding behind the beach and in the sun it was downright nice. Especially when the blitz started. It was mayhem, and on a few spots we had them all to ourself. Bait was stacked right in the wash, and as we drifted near we could see down like 10 feet and it was top to bottom fish. Only it wasn't the right fish.
I convince Tom to finally switch out his beloved stretch for something shiny, and we cast into the fray, hookin' up again and again with the largest blues I have seen in a long time. He's got a big Igloo on the boat that tapes out at 38", and these fish were bigger than the cooler. Not kidding. Their heads were bigger than Tom's head and that's saying alot. The fish were puking up peanut bunker and rainfish, and the water was boiling, with bait flying and fish chomping it was insane. Too bad no bass underneath, or we couldn't get down to them without getting hammered. You could watch your retrieve and see 7 to 10 gators chasing it, what a sight.
A few jamokes came by and ruined it by running thru the fish, so we left and found more. and more. By then our arms were tired, and we were out of time, so we head back, clean up, have a burger and call it a great day.
Casting into fish blowing up on bait is really what does it for me. Top 10 day for sure.
