Got out last weekend for a little walk and had the wind in my favor. Saw a bunch of deer 200 or so yards away and got settled in before they moved right past me. Managed to get some good shots of this young guy.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
I headed down to the coast in hopes of seeing the sky teaming with diving birds and bait balls exploding across the surface of the water. Upon leaving the harbor we didn't' see much that excited us so we hit some rocks where we always do well. Within minutes there is a small bust right next to the boat and Geoff gets his fly in the chaos and was tight to a fish. A huge blue by the way. We thought ok this will work nothing wrong with these bad**s marauders around. Expect we didn't really find any other targets all day long. A friend of mine was with a friend of his in a 23' Contender and they traveled far and wide to find an empty ocean. We made the most of it traveling far and wide and just enjoying the time on the water. What a difference a couple of weeks can make.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Our final day greeted us with overcast skies and no fog. Yippee. We headed out and found the birds and fish in the rips which were fueled into large standing waves by the stiff breeze. My little whaler isn’t the best in these situations so even though we got a small bass we moved off for a drier fishing experience. We ended up not being able to find any bass but we did find lots of Scup and then big powerful gator bluefish. The wire leader we happened to have from the muskie made the day special.
Diner plate sized Scup
Matt with a big bluefish.
The large blues fought incredibly hard and gave us cramps in our forearms. As the tide started to ebb so did the fishing and we were greeted by the looming end of the trip. In many ways it is the hardest part of the trip knowing that it is ending, that the magic of the last days will be lost to the thousands of mundane day to day things that need to get done in order to keep ones’ life rolling along. This is quickly followed by talks of the next adventure.
Monday, September 2, 2013
The drive to the coast was uneventful. When we got there we quickly launched the boat full of excitement. As soon as we hit the outside of the river our spirits sank as we were greeted by a wall of fog. Shit. We pulled onto the nearby flats and tried to stalk the flats but the light sucked and the fog became even more dense. After a while we moved off to a different spot by a small creek and some fish busted in the shallows. I prodded my bud to cast and he looked at me doubtfully but cast anyway. Halfway through his first cast he got his first striper albeit a small schoolie.
My bud's first striper.
A few minutes later I got a hit and it was a small Sea Robin. Interesting looking fish.
We ended up hanging out waiting for the fog to break and were eventually rewarded with a half mile of visibility. We ran out to a good rip to try to get in some fishing. As soon as we arrived we saw a couple of fish bust on top an encouraging sign. This part is a little vague in my memory, maybe the result of the fog, but it seemed like we caught big stripers on every drift for an hour or so.
All the bass were big, this being the largest one.
To say the least it was on and we had this popular place to ourselves. After an hour or so the fog started to set in and we headed in.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
The next day found us on a different section of river. Without knowing what lay ahead we eagerly set off armed with a little bit of knowledge and a lot more questions. At the bottom of a large riffle the water deepened out and we found ourselves feeling the good vibes. Sure as shit we got a follow by a big fish. Again we anchored in the area and fished the hell out of the area with nothing to show for it. At the bottom of the next riffle the water erupted twice but we got no Muskie love. As we emerged from some islands there was a large house along the bank and a strangely sloped appendage on the side. As we got closer it became clear that this was a huge 3 story water slide!
The sign behind the boat had it named the Redneck Yacht club. Too f***ing funny. The remainder of the float was empty except the occasional smallmouth. We finished early and were in a bit of a pickle about what to do with the few hours we had left. We could float the bottom section of yesterday’s water that we didn’t hit that hard or walk down to the where we knew there were two fish and have another go at them. We finally decided to return to the spots of the morning. At the head of the pool a bit above where we moved the fish this morning I got an explosive refusal on my first cast. Two casts later the line came tight and fish number two was in the books.
Muskie number 2
By this time my bud was getting disheartened while he had moved 4 fish and hooked one he hadn’t landed anything. We’ve all been there and it sucks. We headed down to the second spot and I felt good about his chances but didn’t say anything. He fished it hard and nothing happened in the area where the fish was that morning. It was going to be a long walk out and drive home but he keep fishing it through. Then just like in a story his line came tight. This one was big. After a few nervous moments and a couple of minutes this beast came to shore.
The beast. It had about 8 1/4" fangs on either side of its lower jaw. Would not want to be a fish in the receiving end of that.
After high fives we hiked back to the car for the 4 hour drive home and a few hours of sleep before we headed south to the coast. On the way home we stopped at a gas station and saw this strange set up across the street.
Some kind of toilet bowl and bathtub flower arrangement