We're half serious about everything. And so we're currently half serious about only fishing the Sedges behind IBSP for all of October. So here we are again, at the sedges behind IBSP, a VERY familiar area for us.
We started off paddling across the flat. Wait, rewind a minute....
We started off talking to a ghost at the kayak launch. He appeared out of nowhere. From the water. He had a fly reel on a spinning rod. It was ancient. He was ancient. Just as Steve was coming up with some grandiose theory about Barnegat Bay and comparing it to Montauk, and saying the big bass are up at the North end of the bay first (of course they DO migrate from North to South) the ghost says "I lived on the Island for years" (Referring to Long Island) He then goes on to proclaim that (from the surf-zone)" the crabs have gone, the lobsters have gone and the clams have gone! So the bass migrate off- shore!" Of course he also made mention of all of our gear, and how he wished his wife was there to see it so she would stop thinking he had a lot of stuff. And then he disappeared. Back into the water. So we went fishing.
So, once again, we started off paddling across the flat. Nada. We got to a sod bank and it was instant action! I had a schoolie bass self release at the side of my boat. Then I had a wind knot. meanwhile Steve landed several schoolie bass. It was tough going for me. Steve had fish early on where I didn't. It seemed like just when I was able to land a cast where I needed to, the school had moved on. The activity along the sedges faded.
We paddled to Snake Ditch and nothing was going on there. I moved through Horsefoot and out to Oyster Creek Channel. Steve went back in front of the launch. (Together we were covering a lot of area) I had some blue-fish bitten tails of rubber shads, but that was it. So now the sun was setting. It was getting towards the end of the incoming tide.
Fishing in The Sedge Islands is ALWAYS about the wind and the tides. Barnegat inlet is like a flushing toilet. No matter how used to it I feel, it's still frustrating getting from spot to spot. So I was making my way from seal Island, which maybe I should call Oyster Catcher Island this time of year,
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| Oyster Catchers on Seal island |
to the Sedge House. I was letting the wind drift me over the flat, keeping my eyes peeled. I could hear some activity, but hadn't seen it...Then I saw some bait jump about twenty feet away. I was in about ten inches of water. I cast my small bass assassin just to the left of the activity and it was pretty much instant hook-up.
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| Shallow Water bass, just at sunset |
Finally, I thought, after hours of nothing! Fish on! It was just a schoolie, but satisfying none-the-less. I stuck around for a minute to see if any more activity was going to happen, but the wind was pushing me towards the Sedge House and I was not going to fight it!
For those who don't know, the area in front of the Sedge House is small, maybe 100 feet long by 50 feet wide, maybe twice that, but somewhere in that range. The surrounding area, the water is generally one to four feet deep. The area in front of the Sedge house is 8 to 12 feet. It's also between two islands. So there is a hole, and some current. It's a known "spot." It doesn't always produce, but it does often enough to keep us interested. I was meeting Steve there, as after leaving Snake Ditch we floated in different directions. I got hits on my Gulp swim-bait almost immediately. Then fish on, fought for a bit...and off....? I rarely have that happen. I was a bit confused. Then I landed one.
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| Sedge House fish on Gulp 4"rootbeer, ripple mullet |
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| I remember landing two, but this might be a picture of the same fish |
Then steve had one on an eel. First eel fish of the fall.
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| first eel fish |
Then I had some hits and another come off in the middle of a fight. It was like my hook-set wasn't good, but I checked my hook, and made sure to lay into it a little and tighten up on my drag a few notches after the first missed fish.
That school of fish moved on, the wind picked up, and I paddled back to the launch. I had a rehearsal to make it to the next morning. Steve spent the night, and I was really rooting for him to catch a bigger fish in Oyster Creek Channel with his eels... but that didn't pan out. The next day, while he was there I was checking the weather, and the wind was going from zero to 30, back to zero! there were pictures of water spouts off IBSP, and Steve said he drove through some hail on his way home.
One thing I love about fall fishing; the night bite is usually just as good, and mostly better than the day bite. (And I love fishing under a full sky of stars.)
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