The Grasses are growing |
Me, I tend strongly towards the old adage, "A bad day fishing is better than a good day at work."
It was a calm and beautiful morning, sunny, but not too hot. Once again I arrived at the end of the outgoing tide. I was able to stand and paddle quite a distance, sighting a large puffer fish in the shallows, and three bass in the 20 - 25" range. Around the corner and down the proverbial road, while trying to make my way to the inlet through snake ditch I picked up an accidental short bass.
My only Bass of the day |
I re-convened with KGB at Seal Island around 1 p.m. As I woke him from his slumber (why he was sleeping at near slack-tide at OCC is beyond me) I had a hit on a bucktail, inspected it, found a bluefish scale, jokingly cast out again boasting that I was going to catch a blue, and as he looked up--- I hooked up. It was a coctail blue. I ate it for lunch today. It was grilled.
So it goes. The wind picked up around 3. We let it blow us north across the flat while I cast around in the hopes of hooking into one of those monster blues that have been terrorizing the bay. We blew all the way to fox-poop camp, then rested.
rest, not sleep |
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