Feast to Famine
For the most part this season's offshore fluking has been pretty good. Better than good actually. Limits and near-limits every trip. Until today. Headed out with George and his buddy Westchester Steve for another round of quality fluking on the offshore grounds. But it was not to be.
A little bouncy in the morning with the W breeze working against the incoming tide - which really affected the drift, pushing us down and away from the natural drift and motion we should have had. Pulling the baits past the fluke tail-first is never good, then throw in the (Blue) Moon tide, dirty water and what must have been the after effects of the offshore storm that slammed the South before turning to the offshore Atlantic, and we had the "Perfect Storm" of negative factors.
Nothing but a handful of shorts thru the incoming (my preferred late Summer tide), and so we looked forward to the outgoing aligning with the breeze. During the HWS I got out the Grappler/Ballistic spinning rig and went to work casting about with a 3oz bucktail, carrying a GULP! 6" pink jerk shad and thin strip of squid. On the third cast the lure stopped dead - and I thought damn, yet another snag.
Nope, a VERY athletic 7lb6oz "bath mat" had inhaled the lure and gave an excellent account of itself, diving against the little spinner's drag multiple times. Got it to the boat, Georgie slipped the net under it, and though the hook came unbuttoned in the net, that was that. Things were looking up!
Yeah, not so much. Despite us fishing our butts off, that was it, ONE keeper in the box for the day. Geesh, have we been spoiled by all the recent off-the-hook trips, or what?
An alternate view is that after commenting earlier on that we had not yet seen a fish over 5.5lbs, the past five trips have given up three fish of 7+lbs. So, at least there's a positive to relish.
Anyway, I think we'll let the ocean calm down a bit before heading out again. How long we wait depends on how long the Captain can stand staring at his boat tied in its slip.