I spent a while fishing in the harbor today. The three weight and a large assortment off small streamers were subjected to the brutality and violence of bluefish, although in a small scale.
|It took a lot to get this guy to let go of my finger.|
Snappers blues were not the only fish caught, however. You can probably imagine my surprise when a little common carp took my fly. With the departure of the tide some rather tiny white bass also showed up.
By the time the snapper blues had departed my stripping arm was sore, my hand was covered in scales, and I had a bunch of little bites on my hands. What fun!