This past weekend was the later. Early last week, reports from all along the coast were glorious. Tons of bait and plenty of albies, bass and blues. Then Friday it all changed. From Cape Cod through Long Island Sound everything changed. We arrived Saturday and put in our time, searching old haunts as well as new water in search of fish. We were not alone. All the other boats were doing the same thing. All one can do in these situations is find some bait, hang out and hope that the predators show up. We fished hard and managed to land a few well earned fish. The pods of albies we did find appeared to be small pods of 2-4 fish that would blow through for a few minutes only to never be seen again. We got some so so shots and were not sure of what they were feeding on. They can be easy to get to take or very finicky depending on circumstances. Fish with quarter sized eyes can easily spot something that doesn't look like food can be as challenging as the browns in a spring creek. So we kept on changing flies until we got lucky. Being grateful to land a couple of fish, makes those days were they come fast and easy oh so special.
Moon set Saturday morning
One of the crazy houses you see along the coast.
The target species in hand
Love the coloration of albies. While not the most impressive looking fish the power and speed that they have is something that has to be experienced in order to be fully understood and appreciated. No fresh water fish comes even close in terms of speed or power.
Built for speed