As the Sun sets and the moon rises, the flats behind the island of King Nummy come alive. Summer stripers chase schools of baitfish crashing the surface. I cast in that direction. My line remains loose. Minutes pass, and the headlamp comes out. I blind cast, bait is everywhere, what's the point of casting at a bank? After all, I'm on a flooded saltwater flat on a full moon night in Cape May County in August. SPLASH. (just keep working the plug) SPLASH. (just keep working the plug) SPLASH (losing faith in this, but keep working the plug) SPLASH - and the line comes tight.
A heavier fish than earlier. I know it's a bass, I see how fat it is. A nice heavy bass, after a nice fight comes unbuttoned next to the boat. A picture would have been nice, but I already have a few anyway...
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| sunset Jenkins Sound |
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| My first Weakfish of the year.... yes it's a spike |
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| black sea bass |
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| First and smaller of 2 stripers |
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