I went to the same location, an hour later than Saturday night (showing up around 9:15). My very first cast with my new favorite little plug, yellow/white crazy bugger, had me tight to a small schoolie. I lost him, but next cast I landed a plump little 20" fish.
It was very dark, and extremely calm. I worked the little metal lip for a while longer, but not a hit for about 10 casts so I switched to a black bomber 16a. I lost a fish right up close, and then everything else was quiet all along the shore. I worked my way long until I reached my favorite area. As I got closer, suddenly the fog rolled in. It's like the lights went out. In seconds, I couldn't see a single light on the whole shoreline. And in minutes, I couldn't see more then 100 feet.
I tossed a bomber long shot for a while, without a touch. But it was too quiet, too calm. I switched to a needle fish. Bang. Fish on, first cast. I dropped the fish, but it was cool I figured that out.
Everything was quiet after that for a long time. I started to get frustrated. But I stayed focus, I knew it could turn on any minute, after what happened the night before.
The wind started to build, and it was chilly. I was having trouble keeping warm, but wanted to stay in the water when the slack water came.
On the tide change, I landed 6 fish, all small, on a 9" sluggo. I was getting a lot of hits and not hooking up, and most of the fish landed were right around 20-21". I was not out for dinks, so I switched to a custom, home made sluggo-like bait made by A. E. custom rods of about ~13" and dark green. This was a much bigger, heavier plastic and I gave it a good heave.
|The custom "sluggo"|
After that, I landed 3 more fish on the big custom "sluggo", all exact clones that were right at the 27-28" mark. The second two looked so similar, I swear they could have been the same fish.
It slowed down after this fast action (which lasted about an hour). I got a wind knot, and had to re-tie, and decided to do some jumping jacks to warm up. Then, I decided I better strip off the wetsuit and pee. All of this burned at least 15 minutes, and when I went back to the water, the waves were really rolling in from the on-shore breeze.
I switched to a northbar bottle darter and worked a little rip, and ended up hooking up and landing a ~25-26" fish. Next cast, I hung up and broke off the darter. Damn.
I went a long time fishless after that. At some point I caught a few more smaller fish on a sluggo, but got another wind knot! I had to re-tie AGAIN. I don't know what's up.
After that, I was more than an hour fishless. I was getting tired and cold, as it was not about 3 am. I had to work that day, so I gave myself a 10 cast limit. I clipped on the trusty SS darter, and took a cast into the same spot I had been working for the last 5 minutes with the sluggo.
A sharp tap, and I set the hook. The thing stops dead. I work the fish out of the current and it slips my drag. Sweet, definitely a keeper. I do a little back and forth, and get the fish to the edge of the rocks at my feet. It's definitely a solid teen (pounds) bass, maybe mid 30"s. I grab the leader. and as I'm debating what to do to quickly get it away from the rock so it doesn't get beat up, it thrashes and I let go. One of the trebles pops, and I grab the leader again. I don't just want to drag it up the rock, I want the fish to be in top shape when it swims free. I'm fatigued and having trouble making a decision that is safe for me and the fish. As I'm debating, it thrashes again, and my barbless hooks break free, and I watch the fish swim away. Oh well. No picture, but I'd rather she swim away unharmed....
Nothing after that, and I left feeling a little disappointed, after my 50+ fish night last night. But, I have to keep things in perspective, and a 2 keeper, 14 fish night isn't terrible!
Hoping to get out one more time this week, but after 3 nights of <4 hours of sleep, I'm pretty beat.