Saturday night, while totally different location (south shore), was just about as frustrating. I fly fished for about 4 hours, in even more perfect conditions. New moon, hard on shore wind, middle of the night tides: absolutely dark as tar out. Perfect. But, I was tired, and my wrist was hurting pretty bad. I struggled in the wind, and only landed 4 or so schoolies, maybe up to around 25". Cookie cutters. I admit it, I was cranky because of my wrist, and quit early.
|The first and smallest of the fish landed|
Sunday night. Now, Sunday night was fun. I'm on vacation- fishing vacation- and I decided: f' it, I'm staying up all night. I started around 10:30 or 11:00pm. I decided I would spot hop until I find what I'm looking for. I started on the south cape in a well known big fish spot. Fished it hard for ~3 hours during slack and tide switch. Landed 1 "barely" keeper on a classic yellow SS "dahtah". Scrappy fish, ripped drag which made me chuckle- I have a very blurry picture of my knee to show for that (didn't check the picture, just released the fish oops). Sometimes, those 27-30" fish will really surprise you. Nothing after the the initial fish, but lots of shot strikes: minis galore. Same thing once I went to 2 other spots near by. Hit after hit, after hit. Tried to get away, find their mom's, but no luck. Landed one on the darter, maybe 21-22", dozens of hits in that spot, lost a few after hook up.
Then, it was choice time. I had a few spots I wanted to scout, but they were very far apart. I hadn't been to either of them before. I don't know what made me decide to try the further one. It doesn't really make sense honestly. Luck, luck made me do it.
Because, as luck would have it, there were peanut bunker galore in this spot.
And blitzes as the sun came up.
|Finally: a better class of fish|
The new spot is a "keeper"- pun intended!