5.30.2017

9 trips in 11 days. Yep, my fears have been realized

On vacation most of last week...continuing from the week/weekend before with only 1 day off (the one night being Monday night).





First night spent 5.5 hours fishing both sand, rock, and rip.  Lost a fish on my second cast of the night- felt like a teener.  Then nothing for hours.  Moved.  Fished a rip for a while...nothing for almost another 2 hours.  As I'm ready to pack it in, go somewhere else, I got a hit on my bucktail and landed a 25"er.  Next cast another one, almost identical.  Get the video camera on, and then 15 minutes goes by and I have no fish!  Damn, did I jinx myself?  Nope.  Swinging the bucktail, and bang.  Fun fight, land a 11-lber.  Few casts later, another slightly smaller but very similar 10-11lb fish.  Then, 15 minutes pass, and bang, another hit, and land a 13-14lber which fought MUCH harder than the other fish.  Felt bigger- thought it might have been a high-teens/20lber.  Then, 30 minutes of nothing- finally closed out the night with a 26-27"er.  Spent 30 more minutes fishing, and then HAD to go home.  I was starving, thirsty, and smelled TERRIBLE after sweating my ass off in my wetsuit (why am I sweating???).  Didn't get in bed until 5:15am...

Next night; head to one of my absolute favorite spots.  New moon.  King tide- biggest of the year, and one of the biggest I've experienced.  Not sure what made this one slightly bigger, but it was.  Huge.  Moderate E, NE wind.  Dark as hell.  Everything felt great.  Even had strong dropping barometric pressure.  What did I get?  Sketchy rollers, a freezing cold chest deep wade (which I was NOT prepared for and just sort of happened), and not a hit.  NOT A HIT ON THE NEW MOON IN LATE MAY.  Left irritated and confused.  It's got to be the change in temperature.  It's just too cold.


Next night.  Damn near died in a crazy thunderstorm.  It was really pretty scary, and I was really stupid.  Hopefully lesson learned.  Hopefully.  Nothing at the first spot- looks totally different from years past as well.  Funny how sand can do that.  Moved about an hour drive away.  Beautiful current.  Not a bump.  NOT A BUMP.  Fished mostly darters, sluggos, pikies.  Barometric pressure continuing to drop.  Wind switch from NE to SW early in the morning.  Fished all night.  ALL NIGHT.  Drove home at 6am...slept until 3pm, got everything ready, ate a fuck ton of food, and laid on the couch until 10pm...and left for another all nighter...

Didn't start fishing until midnight again.  Returned to the spot I had been a few nights previous.  Was a little nervous there'd be people mobbing this spot, but was pleasantly surprised to find nobody....for a while anyways.  Fished the incoming for 2 hours without anything to show for it.  Then, around slack, was fishing one of those monster swim shads- the 9" ones- and had a serious hit.  That got the blood pumping and focused me up.  Alas, nothing for a while.  Once the tide started to drop, I could see guys approaching my position.  Luckily, they pulled up short.  Unluckily, they seemed to think they needed to keep their head lamps on the entire time they fished.  Ass holes.  But, as they set up I had a serious bump and set the hook on an ok fish.  As I'm fighting it, I'm thinking "Good and bad".  Good; there's fish.  Bad; there's fish and guys here to compete against (and tell all their buddies).  I land the fish without using my light.  Turns out it was about 12lbs (guessing).  Not terrible, but man, 1 fish nights especially this time of year are tough.  Where are the cows???  I left as it got light so they couldn't see what I was doing or where exactly I was fishing.  But as I walked out it was clear they had no idea what they were doing and I probably could have stayed- But honestly I was pretty tired and the lack of fish had me read to go home.  Home and in bed by 7am...sleep until 3:30...
Fishing Babe

Next night Carly went with me and we met up with our buddy Robin from Long Island.  He was up for a graduation.  Total change in scenery and time fishing- sunrise and moved west a ways.  Carly and I showed up at 2:30am.  While gearing up the police show up.  I decide to go on the offensive.  I went right up to him as he was spotlighting my car.  You can't technically park where I'm parking, but I have never actually had a problem- although this is a new spot and I've only parked here maybe a dozen times.  Well, I had a nice conversation with the officer and he told me just to be careful- and thanked me for coming over to talk with him so he didn't have to come looking for me.  I told him I'd leave a note next time, and that he could note my licence plate because I'd be parking there often.  He said no problem.  Bingo!  That was worth the trip by itself.  Anyways, Carly and I fished for about 30-45 minutes before Robin showed up.  He showed up and immediately we both pushed out further in our wetsuits...because that's what we do when we're with each other.  Carly didn't hesitate to wade out with us- she's a damn serious angler.  When you're a foot shorter, the water is deeper...yet there she was.  As the sun rose up birds showed and were diving around us, and some fish broke literally RIGHT in front of me, but I only had 1 swirl on a popper.  Nobody else had a fish, and we didn't see any one else fishing.  Tiny bait, small fish.  Left about 6am, had a great breakfast, and drove my ass home to sleep away the day...

Last night.  What can I say?  Back to one of my favorite spots on the cape.  Water is still super high.  I fished incoming for a while, then took a break until slack tide, then back out.  First cast at slack- SS darter- hit pretty close.  Fish goes berserk- jumped 3 times- but couldn't get away.  Thought it was just a schoolie, but she was actually 9-10lbs.  I thought I was going to get some more, it was perfect conditions again, but didn't have a single other hit.  Had a loop form in my line on the spool and was really leaning into my casts...casted off my blurple SS darter.  That's the first time that's happened for years.  Was more than a little irritated.  And I was just so tired I wanted to go home.  And my wrist is hurting from going so hard lately, and using the big rod, and casting big darters and pikies and such.  Making me nervous...a lot of fishing still.  Time for a break.  If the fishing was good I'd be out there right now instead of blogging.  It's just been so cold.  Driving home from this last night fishing, it was 48 degrees.  FORTY EIGHT.  It's almost June!!!

Note: I'm catching very few schoolies.  What the fuck is going on?  I think I'm almost 50/50 keeper to schoolie.  I know some guys in RI and on the Cape have caught hundreds of small fish, but I have caught only a few...if I had set the fucking hook on those couple big fish I lost last few weeks I'd actually have a few decent fish too...but alas, I only have ONE.  ONE.

Not good.