Ol' Barney |
The 21st was cold. layered in Neoprene, polartec fleece, wool, goretex, wicking base layers, and all, I got out there, but this cold, at some point my toes still freeze, and my fingers still wont work. the air was in the mid twenties and the water between 38 and 44 F. There was ice on my boat. There were no spearing on the surface, no small bass on the sod banks, no knocks on my bait and no other signs of life. Persistent west wind of the past week, paired with a new moon low tide, left little water on the shallows of the sedge islands, after I quit, I had to drag my boat across the flats, to the landing. I remember one other night like this, two years ago at the end of our back bay season.
LBI launch |
The guys in the tackle shop were talking about fish up north, and fish out past the EEZ, the usual late season gossip, with even less the usual languishing conviction, and faded into perfunctory conversations about equipment, about next season.
Barnegat Bay |
Water temps were back up a little, 48 F. There were little pods of spearing, and here and there, some small bass breaking the surface, good sign. I had the tide timed right. I fished my chosen area roughly an hour before, during, and a hour after slack tide. When the current picked up I went down to the light house and tried a little, no sign there. I put my eeling gear away and tossed a bass assassin with my light rod. The bait was there in the lights as expected, I thought I might have heard some bass feeding, but that was it.
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