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.
Hooked up
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.
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