JoeBfishing
Well-Known Angler
Warning:Long winded post.
Got out early this morning and my plan was to go west to Hart’s Island to snag a ton of bait. That’s were the huge school was on Monday.
On the way out I plugged some rocks that were just starting to show. 2 casts and it was fish on took off like a freight train and 4 seconds later....ererrrrck off it came. Hmmm still got my pencil popper. The single hook was straight out like a pencil. You dick joe. Got check the hooks if you hadn’t plugged in a while. Dumb meat fisherman. Put a new hook and casted some more. At this point the no se ems found my fat ass in shorts n shorts sleeves forgetting the skin so soft. Miserable, chewed on me like it was their last meal. I stopped reeling to wipe off my arm and scratch the hell out of them for a second. As soon as I touch the handle to my reel and twitch the lure which was 8 ft from the boat...kaboom hit so hard and sucked it up took it under but missed the hook. Shit!!
At that point I gave it up cause was scratching like a flea bitten dog without a collar that I had to get some wind on the boat to knock down the swarm.
Floored to to Hart’s looking for bunker on the way without a ripple on water as far as you could see and when I get there... no bait to be had, snag-able anyways. Well, I wanted to fuel up today so I said to myself let’s troll up to Beacon Pt. Conn. And on the way smoke a stooge and have my coffee see what trouble I can get into. On the radio I hear a familiar voice calling out to a captain near the Scotch Caps. You ok captain in that Parker over there. Turns out he got a little too close to the plugging grounds on a dropping tide.
Took these pics after I heard on the radio he was ok and waiting the tide out. Oh yeah I did come across a small pod of bait that was getting unusually nervous. Was able to snag one. Yes!!I brought in and sent back out very quickly on me Caos stick. 30 seconds later, it was part of this 38”ers breakfast!! Soon to be on the menu tonight!?
Tight Lines Often To All!
Got out early this morning and my plan was to go west to Hart’s Island to snag a ton of bait. That’s were the huge school was on Monday.
On the way out I plugged some rocks that were just starting to show. 2 casts and it was fish on took off like a freight train and 4 seconds later....ererrrrck off it came. Hmmm still got my pencil popper. The single hook was straight out like a pencil. You dick joe. Got check the hooks if you hadn’t plugged in a while. Dumb meat fisherman. Put a new hook and casted some more. At this point the no se ems found my fat ass in shorts n shorts sleeves forgetting the skin so soft. Miserable, chewed on me like it was their last meal. I stopped reeling to wipe off my arm and scratch the hell out of them for a second. As soon as I touch the handle to my reel and twitch the lure which was 8 ft from the boat...kaboom hit so hard and sucked it up took it under but missed the hook. Shit!!
At that point I gave it up cause was scratching like a flea bitten dog without a collar that I had to get some wind on the boat to knock down the swarm.
Floored to to Hart’s looking for bunker on the way without a ripple on water as far as you could see and when I get there... no bait to be had, snag-able anyways. Well, I wanted to fuel up today so I said to myself let’s troll up to Beacon Pt. Conn. And on the way smoke a stooge and have my coffee see what trouble I can get into. On the radio I hear a familiar voice calling out to a captain near the Scotch Caps. You ok captain in that Parker over there. Turns out he got a little too close to the plugging grounds on a dropping tide.
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