First Trip
We had a plan. It was all worked out. I would pick up my Nephew Matt, pack some food, buy some Bloodworms, and head off to Fortescue. I've been hearing for 2 weeks now about the Stripers being caught on a certain part of the tide, in a specific area. Today was going to be the day! Granted, there have been no keeper Stripers caught there yet, but who cares, I just wanted a tug on the line for the two of us.
My friend Mike went ahead as the forward scout team and called back with a damning report: "Don't bother, they're shoulder to shoulder!". Abort mission. Time to switch up and replan our course of action. We went ahead and purchased our Bloodworms and even some salted clam for back up. Ya just never know. We looked at East Point, figuring it's fairly close and similar in bottom structure to Fortescue. The wind was howling right in our faces, choppy, and very dirty. As an added bonus, there was a drunk guy fishing for 'Sea Bass' with his girlfriend using short, thick, boat rods. He was making awesome casts of 8 or so feet into knee deep water. We decided to pass on the comedy show and search out nicer waters.
We ended up at Reeds Beach. One of my favorite haunts. Nice place where I often take my girls for a nice day of fishing. Anyway, the wind was still there, still choppy, and the beach was covered in grass and debris. We decided to toss the rods out anyway. This is what we planned. No point in turning back now. So, out went two rods with Bloodworms, and one with salted Clam. The wait and hoping began. Then boredom set in. We started walking along looking for stuff in the debris. We ended up finding a bunch of nice sea-glass. More little treasures to add to my mason jar.
When we went back to check on the rods, they were as we left them. Full of bait, and now, grass too. We found no point in trying any longer. The wind and conditions were stacked up against us, and better days lie ahead. Prayers and offerings will be made to the Fish Gods.
It's early yet, but it should bust open very soon now. I've heard of Bunker and loads of Perch in the Bay already, both great signs of things to come. Stay tuned...
My friend Mike went ahead as the forward scout team and called back with a damning report: "Don't bother, they're shoulder to shoulder!". Abort mission. Time to switch up and replan our course of action. We went ahead and purchased our Bloodworms and even some salted clam for back up. Ya just never know. We looked at East Point, figuring it's fairly close and similar in bottom structure to Fortescue. The wind was howling right in our faces, choppy, and very dirty. As an added bonus, there was a drunk guy fishing for 'Sea Bass' with his girlfriend using short, thick, boat rods. He was making awesome casts of 8 or so feet into knee deep water. We decided to pass on the comedy show and search out nicer waters.
We ended up at Reeds Beach. One of my favorite haunts. Nice place where I often take my girls for a nice day of fishing. Anyway, the wind was still there, still choppy, and the beach was covered in grass and debris. We decided to toss the rods out anyway. This is what we planned. No point in turning back now. So, out went two rods with Bloodworms, and one with salted Clam. The wait and hoping began. Then boredom set in. We started walking along looking for stuff in the debris. We ended up finding a bunch of nice sea-glass. More little treasures to add to my mason jar.
When we went back to check on the rods, they were as we left them. Full of bait, and now, grass too. We found no point in trying any longer. The wind and conditions were stacked up against us, and better days lie ahead. Prayers and offerings will be made to the Fish Gods.
It's early yet, but it should bust open very soon now. I've heard of Bunker and loads of Perch in the Bay already, both great signs of things to come. Stay tuned...
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