What we ended up doing was a little bit different from the original plan. Different water, different tactics, at least before dark. We started out fishing big topwater walking baits for big bass and blues. The action was extremely impressive. This part of the night was my best shot at getting a truly large fish on fly. I had a number of chances, had some huge bass boil on my big fly, but the only one I ended up hooking was a smaller bass. The plugs were, unsurprisingly, more adept at hooking and holding fish. The number and size of the fish in that spot and the way they hit those big do walking lures was impressive. The first bass in the boat for the evening was a 30lb fish... quite an impressive animal on an artificial! It took Ricks's lure multiple times before getting hooked and putting on an absolutely violent display on the surface.
The bluefish in that spot were true monsters. Mike weighed one, 16lb 4oz if I remember correctly...
Photo Courtesy Rick Seifert |
After the sun set the topwater bite ended and we switched over to live lining eels. I dropped the fly rod and got back to my roots as a spin caster. Fishing the eels was pretty similar to using a Texas rigged senko for largemouth, except the fish we were catching were quite a bit larger... I think I got 4 over 20lbs, the biggest being 35 or so, my biggest striper by far; unfortunately she didn't hang around for the photo op. The hits were incredible, and the ensuing battles even more so. It really changed a lot about how I thought about targeting big stripers. The methods, the places we fished, the time of day... all new things to learn that I should, in time, be able to translate into big cow stripers caught not on conventional tackle, but my weapon of choice; the fly rod. For now, I'm pretty stoked with these ones.
Photo Courtesy Rick Seifert |
Photo Courtesy Mike Roy |
WOW, just WOW! That was a great night adventure.
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Great trip buddy. Impressive fish.
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ReplyDeleteAbout 2 weeks ago (losing track) I hooked up something enormous in my local tidal stream off the bridge, at 2330 hours. Streaming a triple threat of flies I tied. The strike, set and then jumps were crazy. Then the load. Then the peeling off my reel. The drag broke so I was palming and went rapidly into the backing, the right forefinger got burned as the braid went by.
I ended up losing the fish when I let it go slack for just a moment--going back to reeling. Darnit.
I guess it was probably a bluefish. But they've been rare this year. I've caught multiple small bass in that very spot.
Now I am crazy. Been skunked every time since, trolling, casting, and off the bridge. But what a memory! Having my own crazy flies work like that. Makes me completely blotto fish crazed.
Well, a striper may jump once on the hookset but a big bluefish is far more likely to.
DeleteWhat a night! Wonderful friends and a great fishing experience.
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