We arrived at YSA after work to find 1/2 bushel of freshies on da boat as requested. Thanks Eddie! Left the dock just in time to sneak under the bridge with Christine "I've never caught a Striper" and Dearol' Dad on board. Other than chocolate milk water and the occasional floating stump it was a gorgeous night to be out.
Anchored up on some nice marks on the edge of the Reach and began chumming heavily. Pops broke out some cigars and we puffed and waited. And waited. The tide finished coming in. It slacked high. It started going out. A few boats nearby were also doing nada. Bump bump Christine's pole went off. Then nothing. She thought she lost it but it was a Striper. Tip up and reel tight and BZZZZZZZZZZZ she wangled a healthy 27.5"er to the net. Pinch the tail wiggle her around no dice back she goes. Couldn't tell it was short by Christine's war whoops- I thought she was gonna call in the fleet. Chummed some more but nothing else but a skate.
Made the move after talking to Hunter2 "how can I get these Stripers to stop jumping in my boat" Eddie, who was having another of his usual bass assassin lights out nights. Anchored back up nearby and chummed some more to box a 33"er and a 30"er for my limit. Could not hook Dad or the Fisher Queen up with any keepers. Next time....
Eddie was slicing feverishly when we arrived back at the dock. It was late and we were beat so we loaded up da fish iced em down and brought em home to cut up today. A good time was had by all, even tho Dad was green with envy, he knows he's getting some fillets.
