I had the privelege of being in a wedding this weekend in Kennybunkport, ME. What more, Carly was also in the wedding. We had a great time over the weekend catching up with old friends and drinking and eating way too much.
But on Friday, Carly had a "ladies luncheon" that I was not invited to. So what I was I going to do while she was sipping tea and eating pastries?
I dropped Carly off at the resort and made a bee-line for the closest access spot. Literally within 10 minutes I had my neoprene booties on, korkers strapped over the top, and I was off to scramble on the kelp covered rocks.
It was cold, strong off shore wind, but I wore shorts, not wanting to deal with bringing waders and way too self concious in this ritsy place to wear my wetsuit. I fell twice despite the korkers, and really came to appreciate my wetsuit now that I didn't have it on- it really protects you from bumps and scrapes.
I had 0 expectations. I had read 0 reports, done 0 research beyond 10 minutes that morning to find a place to park. I brought only a handfull of poppers and pencils, and a single oliver SP minnow.
I saw a few folks bucket sitting/fishing on the adjacent inlet, but saw them catching nothing. They looked miserable honestly. And for the first 45 minutes or so I saw nothing to indicate that there was any life in the ocean. But I was having fun casting my poppers 120 yards with the strong back/cross wind.
But then, all of a sudden, right in front of me peanut bunker was being blown out of the water! I frantically reeled in my talkin' popper, and casted to the area. But got no response.
After another 10 minutes my excitement faded: maybe it was a cormorant on them. They were everywhere after all.
But then, it happened again even closer. I watched carefully for a bird: nothing. Got to be schoolies.
I kept casting, and after about 10 more minutes was pleasantly jolted awake as a schoolie smashed my 6" popper. I set the hook, and he trashed on the surface, before diving.
The small fish took 2 tarpon jumps before giving up and letting me more or less just reel him right in.
I was ecstatic- my first Maine striper! And with so little work. Yes, he was only like 20", but I was smitten. I garnered some attention from the mass of tourists near by, so I raised the small fish for them to see, and a couple of them clapped for me! I laughed and slipped the little guy back into the water. I had to run to pick up Carly shortly there after. I was impressed by how much structure there was: this place most be a striper paradise in June/July/August.