Snake Ditch is Back, by Alexi

     Well, another pretty epic day of fishing.  How do those of us in the fishing world define epic?  That would include any number of the following; personal records broken, good company, fish bite throughout the day, decent weather, no snagged lures lost, little money spent, and no injuries.
       First off,

 THE PLAN
This was going to be one of the only days Kgb(Alexei) and I had to fish together for a while due to scheduling conflicts, so we wanted to make the most of it.  I had been following the surf reports for wave height, and it was looking like the early A.M. would be good for a surf launch (to find Bunker Pods and snag-n-drop).  This dictated what time we decided to head out.  We also wanted to fish the bay, and I had a couple of spots in mind that I knew would take at least five hours to fish.  So the night before we decide to meet at my house at 4 a.m. with the hopes of a surf launch around 7 a.m. No set time for returning home.

THE REALITY
     We managed to leave my house around 4:30 a.m.  Not so bad considering the fact that I'm a night owl and stopped by the watering hole on my way home from work.   We were staring at the ocean around 7:00 a.m.  On the news we heard that Philadelphia public schools were getting a half day because of the heat.  On the beach it was cold.  So cold we hesitated.  Even though the surf was low and no waves were breaking, the ocean was visibly rough.  We didn't see and Bunker activity, but then, with a rough sea that's pretty hard.   We took our time getting our gear together and launched through a rolling surf.  A lot of white water, but no breakers.   We trolled around in about 20ft of water.  I was starting to feel seasick, something that's never happened to me before.  Maybe it was just the right combination of rough surf, the night before, and lack of sleep, but it wasn't a nice feeling.  The ocean was really rough, and we both immediately started thinking about the difficulty of returning to land.  I had more stuff with me this time, and wasn't planning on stowing it  all in my hatch.  That meant all the more importance of not flipping over in the surf.  We lasted about two hours out there and Kgb managed a small bluefish trolling a bomber.
     I landed fairly easily, and ahead of Kgb.  I had time to return a phone call to Wendy as I stood on the beach, and just as Kgb was trying to land.   I was able to give a riveting play by play of his utter failure!  He was well prepared to flip in the surf, and he did.   He could have jumped out where he was, but he didn't.  To his credit, he only lost his dollar store hat.   It just takes some small white water to turn the kayak and flip it over.
     We took our time getting to the bay for the second half of our plan.  I was very confident that we would at least catch several more blues in the bay.  We picked up some large gulp, 6" swimming tail grubs, to add to our bucktails from Grumpy's.
      Kgb picked up another blue on the troll in the shallows on the way to the deeper water of Oyster Creek Channel.  It took a while to get there, maybe an hour of paddling.  We were there to target fluke(summer flounder).  Once there it was pretty frustrating, because the current was ripping in the same direction as the wind, and it was gusting to 15 mph.  I tried the drift a couple of times, but my bucktail wouldn't stay down.  Just as I was paddling quickly to get over to land and take a break a decent sized blue hits my lure.  My first fish of the day.

Kgb fishes Oyster Creek Channel from shore

    We decide that casting from shore is the only way to properly fish the channel.  Pretty soon Kgb picks up a nice 21 inch Fluke.  We fished there and ate lunch.  We made a move up-current to another spot and napped.
   The paddle back to Snake Ditch was pretty easy.  The wind was to our side, and the current slowing down.  We were at Snake ditch for slack tide, and the switch over to outgoing.  We didn't start catching fish right away, and it was almost a moment of disappointment in an otherwise pretty exciting day.
     A group of about 30 paddlers came through the ditch, something I've never seen there.  Kgb was really confused by this.  Why would people want to just paddle around?  After all, we had just had a pretty hard time fighting the wind and current, not to mention getting flipped in the surf, so just going for a pleasant paddle was really beyond his comprehension.
     I had been targeting bass and blues there because that's what I caught there the previous week.  When I caught an 18 inch fluke I was just a little surprised.  I had caught fluke at Snake Ditch before, but I never thought of it as a good place to target them.  This kind of changed my approach.  To target blues you can reel fast and on top. To target fluke you jig off of the bottom.  To target bass you can do either or both of those things but are better off doing it at night, and slower.  I noticed that current was picking up, so I threw on one of my new homemade Hogy lures.  It's basically a squigly 9 inch strip of rubber.  After a couple of cast a bluefish slams it hard, and my drag was set too lose, which gave it the opportunity to tear the lure in half.  That's the excitement and tragedy that goes along with fishing when blues are around.  (That's also why i started making my own rubber lures)
    I switched back to fishing the bottom and that's when I pulled in my personal best fluke, a whopping 24 inches.  I don't know if that's doormat status or not, but it was big and aggressive.  Kgb also managed another fluke from shore.  The activity meter at Snake Ditch was way beyond what it had been so far this year.  Once the tide started flowing out, the game was on.  It just happened to coincide with the end of a very long day.

     We were well fished out.  It was around 8 p.m. and the reality of how early we started our day began to hit us.  Twelve hours of paddling, fishing, fighting wind, fighting current, well that's enough to make anyone sore, and that we were.  Sore, but very satisfied with the day's fishing.