As reported by Brian (NjJetty)
Oh My Efing GOD!!!
The day started out with me and Sam3 at the UBNJ golf outing. Beautiful day for golf...BUT Sam and I were outta there at 11:30 headed for the striper charter...
We pulled into the marina and Kenny (Bowhunter444), Mike (AdrenalineJunky) and my Pop (Bucktail Joe) were all ready there waiting for us.
My good friend Captain Rich Kosztu was running the charter, but his boat was down so were we taking his friends' boat out
We no sooner pull out of the Pt. Pleasent inlet and there are pods of bunker EVERYWHERE; and we start snagging them for bait. We're snagging & snagging and Sam has a runoff...Boom first striper in the boat not a 1/2 hour into the trip. We get a few more runoffs but they were blues...big ones...
Then the phone rings....
The bite is ON! We reel up and head north...
We get to where we want to be and all hell breaks loose for the next 3.5 hours!
We're drifting live-lining the bunker and it's one runoff after the other...real nice sized fish...One fish...I was waiting for Sam to get a fish in the boat and had my bunker on top of the water next to the boat and FLASH...gone...swallowed by a 25 pounder...Sam looked at me and we both said almost in unison..."Holy crap did you see that!"
Kenny boated a beauty that was north of 35 pounds...Mike and my Dad were hooking up and bailing fish into the boat! It was NONSTOP!
An hour into the trip and we've damn near limited out (we were keeping one spot open incase someone got into a real hog)...11 stripers (Kenny & I both have bonus tags)...
Then the real frenzy started...50 square yard patches of water would just erupt...bunker and bass everywhere...we were catching and releasing 25 pounders! We're catching them on spoons & pencil poppers cause we're out of bunker! And it was happening everywhere we'd look! A patch of water would boil up...we'd get close and BANG! Fish on! At one point all 5 of us were hooked up at one time!
I caught my last, and biggest, bass on a spoon on the the lightest spinning rod on the boat after casting into some boiling water...and a nice fight on the light tackle...I boated a 35 pounder.
Then for as crazy as the blitz was...it was over.
We all looked at each other and were like "Holy crap!" None of us had ever seen action like that. No time to eat...barely time to grab a water...let alone take pics on the water...
No bunker, arms and backs spent, we called it a day an hour early.
Ok...now the good part...the pictures...
Sam with the frist striper of the day...and the last pic that was taken on the water.
At the dock.
Mike
Me
Sam
Two of the guys had bonus tags also.
