|Gear for 4. There were at least 2 other cars.|
|Claim your rock early.|
The blitzes were insane. Literal acres of black mass pushing across the surface, thousands of mouths opening and closing, stripers belly-to-back on top of one another.
And they were eating tiny bait.
|It's not snot--it's anchovies.|
Although I saw a lot of anglers landing 25-28", almost all my stripers were solidly beyond 30". That translates into double-digit pounds, which is more than a fun fight. And if the fish come close enough to shore, the fly anglers are much more likely to hook-up legitimately (lots of fish snagged accidentally by guys throwing 6" poppers or 3oz bucktail jigs on spin gear) because the forage this time of year is mostly 1.5" bay anchovies. Short, thin flies in white, tan, or brown got eaten quick. And even though the blitzing fish would push down the beach, 60' out from the boulder you chose as a platform for this endeavor, all the sudden big black tails would emerge from the foamy water among the rocks around you--25' and your fly will be eaten by an even bigger bass. But like that, the tails are gone. Being awake for 20 hours a day, fishing from shore and boat, it's hard to know what's real, let alone what's a fish.
|Jeff laid down some nice casts in the surf|
|Jimbo gets in on the cove blitz, despite his pathetic stripping basket|
|Wratch gettin' it done.|
|Smallest bass of the trip for me. I would have taken these the whole time...|
|40" or close enough.|
|I think the rod was supposed to go behind me. Who cares?|
|This was solid CCG, but it still got destroyed after a number of bass and rocks chewed it.|
|Better have backing.|
|Another 40" class bass|
|Not all the albies were big, but they were all badass.|
Until next year, I guess I'll just Montauk the talk ;)