One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Monday, September 19, 2022
Back From Fishin'
Pete was cursing the weather when I arrived at the boat this morning early. After a debate with himself, he decided to head south and across to Mike's Rocks on Hooper Island. Bad choice; it was choppy and muddy, and fish didn't bite there, which is unusual.
He ducked around to the back side of the island, to get out of the wind, and found clear water, but alas, few fish. I did lose one Speckled Trout at the boat, and Ski landed a sublegal Striper, but otherwise, very slow.
The customers today were Ski, Tom, Dan (not pictured) and Bob and myself.
Ski hiding behind his sublegal Black Seabass, jigged up under the lower Bridge to Nowhere.
After many miles, we did stumble across a massive school of mixed Bluefish and Spanish Mackerel, and filled the fish cooler.