The payoff is in the back, By alexi

     November on the New Jersey coast is absolutely THE month to fish for striped bass and everyone knows it.  Almost everyone, anyway.  As I awkwardly  unload my kayak for the third (maybe fourth) time from the top of my truck in the past ten days a passerby asks me "Why are those boats out there? is there a tournament or something?"  No, it's just the first day where a calm ocean has coincided with a weekend.  It's Sunday.  The fleet is already there when  I arrive.

the fleet

Where am I? Spot-burn, the Jersey coast in November.  One giant spot-burn. ( For those unfamiliar with the term: a spot-burn is when you give away a good fishing location.) This whole blog is one giant spot-burn.  The Jersey Coast in November.  Day or night.  Any bridge, any canal, any jetty, any beach, any inlet.  One giant spot-burn.

I tried North.

Keyport Municipal boat ramp

I fished Raritan Bay 2, maybe 3 times.  I lost track.  I was skunked.  It was too windy one night, I was a day late the next trip...Just missed the "bite"  I tried the ocean in Northern Jersey, around Belmar - I saw a dogfish caught one trip, out of a thousand boats, one damn dogfish.  That was funny.  On another trip I was between two boats and they both hooked up with bass on snagged bunker, but I didn't.  So my skunk was persistent.  The wind has been un-predictable.  Two or three times I've had to call a trip short because it was predicted wrong.  Gusting up to 25 or 30 when it was going to be a barely tolerable 15 mph.

I tried drifting eels in the back.  (After catching innumerable shorts in the day) only to come up dry.  No fish on eels.

I tried out front AGAIN, only to be called off by the wind.  Now?  What next?  That's what I asked myself.  Here it is, god-damn November.  The month I should be leaving my Kayak on the top of my truck.  The month I should be leaving my gear ready at the door.  I should be catching fish.

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sedges sunset

Half over.  November 14th.  I start later, I fish later, after reading my own damn blog!  I needed to chase my own reports.  My own spot-burns from previous years.  So I launch at sunset in the Sedges.

...and then the fishing begins...

fishing in the dark

The eels had been collecting in my pond from various trips between Steve and I.  I didn't need to stop at the tackle shop.  I even left a few behind.  I had all of my gear, but once the sun set it was one eel, one rod one circle hook.  I drifted, and I drifted, and I wasn't getting any action.  I made my way to Oyster Creek Channel where I encountered a USCG (Coast Guard) boat with whom I had a peculiar encounter.  The captain thought I was two people on a jet ski.  He said there were no personal watercraft allowed on the water after dark.  I didn't argue, and agreed to head back, which is what I'm always doing once I start fishing.  There is a beginning and an end.  Once I start, I'm on my way back.  And so I made my way around, back through skinnier water that by now I know even better than the back of my hand at any tide.  The night grew long and my toes were cold.  Just as it usually happens with Striped Bass fishing, as the night goes on the fishing improves, and in a very specific rip with a hump and some deeper water I found a school of 26-30" bass that wanted my eel presented in a VERY specific manner.  Finally, a pattern.

night stripers, one of 5 right around 28"

It was just early enough that if I called it a night I wouldn't have to sleep in my truck, so I headed back.  Finally, fall has begun for me.

the end

P.S.
According to the USCG's own website the only requirement to kayak at night is a white light visible 360 degrees.

"Take the kid fishing" by Alexi

     They say to "take a kid fishing," so I did.  We had a good plan that worked out well.  We were at the launch around 7 a.m.  Early enough to miss the crowds, late enough to stop at Grumpy's and spend a million dollars.
      It was a calm and pleasant morning behind IBSP.  We floated and took in the scenery.  No pressure to catch fish, just chill.  We spotted a nice sized ray in about a foot of water,  many crabs,  osprey, schools of mullet and spearing, and so on...  And so we floated out towards Seal Island (Oyster Creek Channel.)   I had a fluke in (and out) of my boat in one of the cut-thrus on the way there.  I was not too disappointed that I lost it since by my judgement it was not quite 18".  Once we got to seal island it was non-stop action.  Bluefish up to 2lbs on almost every cast.  Now the kid can no longer claim to be terminally and perpetually skunked.

Castmaster, single hook, 1 oz = bluefish magic

Proof that the kid is no longer terminally skunked

I was fishing with gulp and a lightweight bucktail, maybe 1/2 or 3/4 oz chartreuse over white Spro.   I was switching around how deep I was fishing it, and sometimes just fishing it on bottom.  I knew that there were fluke around and so I picked up what is my best fluke of the season so far, at 20".

20" Fluke

Fluke Gun?

     Once we got tired of catching fish it was around noon.  The wind had picked up a little, the summer people in their boats had come out, and the current was outgoing (against the way we needed to paddle) and LOW.  So, we had a tough paddle back, but we made it none-the-less.  As tough as it was we took our time, and, though it was a bit longer, we didn't walk our kayaks.

    We had ice cream on the way back, at the Sundae Times, and discussed plans for the next kayak fishing expedition.