|Random >30" fish|
Same spot Carly and I went Friday night. Tide was later (obviously). And I knew it was going to be a great night, when I walked onto the beach and had a hit first cast. And caught 12 fish before the turn of the tide! That's the most ever at this location before the switch. All really small guys in the 18-22", 10 on a 7" bomber long shot, and 2 on a Salty's Crazy Bugger metal lip (yellow over white). I was very optimistic as I made my way along the beach.
At the turn, I tried a darter and caught 1 decent schoolie at 25-26". But I was having trouble working it correctly from my location, and wasn't sure it was the right choice. So I then opted for a 14" tandem rigged hogy and got another decent schoolie that was borderline keeper. But, the hook ripped the hogy and I couldn't use it anymore. Bummer.
|9" Sluggos saved my night. Eel or White it didn't make any difference.|
I then spent 45 minutes being stupid. I was dead set on using the 7" bomber long shot, despite all the crap in the water. It was a very frustrating 45 minutes of constantly catching weeds and mung. I didn't even get a hit for 30 minutes! I thought of leaving multiple times, as it was already midnight and I was pretty tired from the previous couple nights. But I just KNEW the fish had to be there! Everything was perfect, the tide was ripping, the new moon, the wind direction, and it was dark dark dark.
So I rummaged around in my bag and pulled out an eel colored sluggo (9"), unweighted with an 11/0 hook. First cast, it got nailed by a ~25-26" schoolie.
From that point forth, it was a fish on or hit every cast for hours.
I shredded the eel sluggo after a dozen or so fish, including a teener fish (~32-34" below). I only had 1 eel colored sluggo, and it got destroyed. Bad right? Nope, I had 2 white ones, and it made no difference. They destroyed those too. One time I had 2 hits and then felt like it was messed up, so I was burningging it across the surface just trying to get it back to me fast, and I had fish blow up on it 3 times as I cranked it across the surface!!! The fish were on FIRE.
|Look at how fat she is!|
The dropping tide was moving the best spot around and I couldn't work the darter correctly after another 20 minutes. So, I switched to a big northbar bottle darter, in blurple. I was losing the tide, but caught another dozen fish that, again, everyone was 26-32". What a change from just last weekend.
I was getting tired, both arms and mentally, and told myself if I went 5 casts without a hit I'd leave. It took about 20 more minutes, but around 3 am (nearly 7 hours since I had arrived) it finally happened. I took that as a sign, and unfortunately I had to work at 8:30am today, so had to get a little sleep (it takes 90 minutes to get home). I walked back to the car with tired arms, a little in shock about how many fish were there. Imagine how many where in there if I had caught 100? I will never forget tonight. Not just because I caught so many fish- but because I didn't leave and "figured it out".
I need to add- I was alone the entire time, and never saw a single person. This secret spot is turning out to be a real jewel!
|Another random fish...no time for pictures|