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.