Author Topic: Tuff day out there! 11/2 (Read 2852 times)

pilot2550 · « **on:** November 02, 2008, 08:39:31 PM »

Wow. Talk about snotty. The north east winds were relentless this morning. Headed out just before 8:00. That extra hour came in handy. Little did I know we were going to need it. Fished with my old school buddies from the neighborhood Skunk, Kooz and Poor Dog. This is a group of guys that get together every quarter to have dinner at someones house based on rotation. We've known each other since we were seven years old. We're all 53. You do the math.. Nothing like good friends

We had about a half bushel of clams and intended to work the Romer's or the clam beds. Rounding the tip was no easy task this AM. The swells were fast and furious. We slowly worked our way down near the false hook and I have to be honest thought we were out of our minds. We were not the only ones to brave the conditions. Dropped anchor in 18 ft of water, nose into the wind and began sending the clam slick over the side with bait on four poles. Based on the lack of activity on the beach, I knew we were in for a long day. Surf casters sitting in lawn chairs, no bird action, a heaving sea made for horrible start. Picked up 4 skates. Just enough to give you hope. After the fourth, we pulled anchor. We were already an hour into it. We then headed to the shoal. As the morning progressed the seas quited slightly but nothing to write home about.

Several boats were anchored around the perimeter of the light. There were decent readings in 16-20 ft of water but the top of the tide put a cabash on our hopes. Not a bent pole was seen all morning. Closer to noon, we pulled hook and chased a few small diving terns. Their desire to stay put was limited and were working small surface bait with no marks below. This day was just not happening. Around 1:30 decided to go inside the bay to see if there was life.

We welcomed the flat water. Tide was beginning to pour out nicely. We did have wind against but it beat the beating we took all morning. Threw metal, plastics and more bait. Nothing. Beginning to go crazy. There were fish around but no one was interested. Called my buddy Tbone to let him know the disappointing news and his intel suggested the troll was putting fish in the box and might just be the ticket. Heck there was nothing left to lose so out came the 9er's both chartreuse and pearl. Within the first 10 minutes, the first fish is on.... Old yeller is at the boat with a nasty set of choppers. Good eatin 5 lb size. Poor Dog says he has a neighbor that likes blues so the fillet knife is out and we made quick surgery of him.

Lines back out.... days wearing on the chartreuse shads are attacked once again. This time there's surface activity and the neighborhood boys are finally in the hunt. The first bass is boated and tapes in at 29 inches. Three more passes in the same corridor in 40 ft of water over structure produced three more bass and one more blue fish. Two of the bass were short. One at 23 and the other at 20. On our last pass on the way in, the third bass strikes and puts a cap on the day. Nothing huge but a decent 30 incher.
The pearls put an equal amount of fish on the boat so it seemed there was no preference on color.

We got back to the dock at 4:15. That was one tuff day... we should all sleep well tonight.

Till next time!

A couple of pics