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.