Tough week. Here's the re-cap. It might be over for me...here's hoping that's not true.
Real quick re-cap. Maybe I'll go backwards, since you're probably interested in the latest conditions.
11/28 So. Co RI. Fished 7pm-12am. I was "lazy". I decided to fish one beach and just go all in and do some walking. Yeah, you can drive it. But I don't have 4x4. Nor have I ever felt I've needed. Anyways, I love this beach. And I figured I wasn't going to catch anything anyways. It was just too nice, and I had nothing better to do. And it's going to be a LONG winter. There were decent little rollers coming in, but the wind was at my back. It was frothy, stained water from the hard SW that had been blowing- like stirred up coffee with a couple shots of cream. As soon as I saw it I knew I was in a for a slow night. Well, that's what it ended up being- real slow. No, not slow, not moving. Not a hit, not a fish. Lots of lures thrown. No bait. Absolutely NO fisherman. 0. Not a single one. Crazy. Guess I missed something. I fished a back water after I gave up on the beach for at most 5 minutes, and then just stopped at an inlet to see what was going on. No one there. 0. I took "three final casts" like normal, and got a pit in my stomach at #3...maybe it was my last of the season? We'll see. There's definitely fish around, if the whispers I hear are true- in fact, the guys I talked with on Tuesday agreed with me- there definitely could be one last push of fish. We can hope right? I'm busy this week and next weekend...I may not have time to chase them is what I fear. The water is SO WARM still. It's crazy. I could have wetsuited last night (11/27) without a doubt.
11/27 So. Co. RI. Fished 8pm-1:30am. REALLY wanted to fish Thanksgiving night, but drank too much and couldn't make it happen. Not nearly as lazy this night. I fished fairly close to one of the lights- take your guess at that- and saw 0 fisherman. I found gorgeous rolling white water. The wind was kinda interesting, low at times, and then gusting to at least 25mph. I walked and fished, walked and fish. walked and fished. Not a touch. Worked a darter and bottle plug a lot, but could (and did) cast an SP and mag darter for a while. Then I jumped to another beach, the same as Tuesday (11/24), but found no bait, not fish, no humans. I was dead tired by the time I quit, and was happy to get back to the car and chow down my turkey sandwich. Oh...the temperature? Almost 60. Why there weren't a million guys out fishing, I have NO idea. I guess, for me, it ain't about the fish.
11/24 So. Co. RI. Fished 8pm-12:00am. IT WAS ONLY 19 DEGREES. I somehow managed without gloves somehow. Work night, but figured Wednesday would be a relatively easy day at work (almost 3/4 of the staff is out). Hit my favorite beach, to find DEAD calm conditions. I mean, DEAD flat. I grabbed the "little" rod because...why not. It's rated to 2oz anyways, but at 8ft, even a 25" schoolie puts up a really fun struggle. It's a little tough to toss a danny plug, but I manage. Anyways, I walked on the beach to find bait in the wash. I was stoked. I fished for MAYBE 10 minutes with a danny, then a mag darter for 5 more...and had a light tap, and set the hook. A nice tussle, some drag pull, thrashing on the surface, and I had beached a decent little keeper- 28" just about on the nose (post measurement using the rod). Three casts later and I had one more hit that I didn't land. That would be it! Not another hit. But I found a HUGE bait ball SCREAMING down the beach, being chased, no doubt- it didn't look like happy little bait fishies. I, naturally, jogged after it, casting my mag darter into the mess, and getting no interest. Later, I was walking back to my car, and came upon a few peanuts on the beach! WTF! I started casting like mad, everything I had. Nada. I did run into 2 guys scouting the beach, but without rods. They said they hadn't had anything in a week. Although, I also told them I didn't HA. But they were pretty loose lipped, so I think they were being honest. Well, that one fish might be my last of the season. But I sure hope not.
11/13 South Shore MA. Probably my last MA trip of 2015. I fly fished for 4 hours in the afternoon near an estuary for any stragglers (I had taken the day off since I had it). I found bait- not tons, but not just a few little minnows either. I felt like shit though. SCREAMING west wind. Screaming. I managed to back cast into the deep areas over and over and over, despite the way I felt and the wind. I ended up getting sick that night and couldn't get out the whole rest of the weekend. SUCH a bummer, because I had high hopes given what I had been hearing about the canal, and I had Wed-Sun off. I should have known something was up when I was so tired on Thursday (the 12th) I just skipped the day completely. Especially since I knew there were plenty of schoolies still around (yes, got that second hand, but reliable). So that crushed my November, and ended any chance (likely) that I would get another double digit night in 2015.
11/10 Outer Cape. Nor'Easter. I might write this up as a full post. So short on details- I didn't catch any fish but it was TRULY epic. 40mph winds, driving rain, seas built to 7-8 ft while I was out. Felt like I was on the moon. SO dark. And I walked over 6 miles. I fished 9pm-3am! THAT was a tough night. I rolled the dice: it was either going to be the best night of fishing ever, or I was going to be skunked. There would be no alternative. And skunk it was.