Wednesday, August 23, 2017

08.23.17 Note to self.......The big button takes the picture and.....



the little one turns it off. Worked hard for about an hour starting at 5am on the incoming without a tap. Didn't walk too far as the waters in front of me looked good. I did squeak out one bass that took the popper right near the beach side of the trough. It might have went 22" and I made a cool release photo of it, I think, but I mistakingly hit the wrong button and turned the camera off rather than capturing an image. Oh well. Lots of micro bait around and some birds looking and picking. 

     I went with the popper/dropper set-up and was surprised that I didn't get one snapper on the trailer. I did have a fluke follow it right up to the rocks but it didn't commit. It's getting to that low-tide at first light tide again so you have to find fishy water or you're just casting onto the replenished-but-washing-back sand. Nice morning. Albies soon. 


Monday, August 21, 2017

08.21.17 'Where are you?".......Not good

Lief Peterson photo
     That was the text I got shortly before 7am. "Where are you?" I swore I was off today.....but I was wrong. So I walked into the hospital smelly, sweating, with clothes that were too tight, and commando to boot. Luckily we found some scrubs and some disposable underwear. I showered in the sink, and then got pulled to the adult floor.

     Got down at 5 and covered a few beaches really good but I can't shake the skunk. Joe and Lief were at another town and Joe found one that took a popper.  It seems like a one fish per beach late August. There was all the rain bait and snappers you could want but the bass were elusive or not around.
Lief Peterson photo
Joe Phiefer photo
      After work I decided to run down for 45 minutes just as high tide arrived. The south wind was honking making for good white water but I didn't do anything, and was giving my "didn't get anything report" and Lief said the same thing......."nothing'. But he then went back and got one....and may still be out there as I write this. Have to wait for that report later.

LP Photo

Sunday, August 20, 2017

08.20.17 Came, fished, left....skunk, for me....

Lief Petersen photo
     It wasn't easy getting up this morning and I did hit the snooze button but woke up before it went off and headed out the door, slightly hungover. Had some of the gang from work over with some friends for a BBQ and it was good friends, good food and good drink. Most split early to catch concerts either at PNC or in Asbury. John Mayer was the host ticket for the evening.


     Did get down around 5am and had to catch Leif walking to the beach before he wEnt and caught something. We worked the beach and I started with a black Snake Fly before switching over to a large white Howitzer that didn't move a fish. I thought Lief and I were walking of together but when he



he was staying I knew he would find one, and he did. It took a chartreuse Howitzer. Besides the bass he caught there were snappers and rain fish and after reading SOL I read about the first alibi-off-the-beach sighting. It's starting to feel like fall out there, maybe it'll be sooner than later.

Lief Peterson photo


Friday, August 18, 2017

08.18.17 Had to work hard to get one but at least the storm didn't show......




     First off just want to send a shout-out Happy Birthday to my first born son Ryan who turns 21 today. Always proud to be his Dad, along with the rest of the kids. Wish he was around for a beer.




     When I woke I expected to see the lightning flashes and hear the rain hitting the windows.....nope. Quiet and dry. Got down at 5 am and started with the black Snake, nothing. Popper, nothing. Really, nothing. Walked and walked and walked some more before finding good water that went with the right to left sweep, right to left swell, and south wind. Casting righty sucks in any of those, especially all three. 


     When I did find that spot I new it was fishy and someone would be home. After about 100 over the left shoulder casts this bass hit it just as it was in the top of the last wave that hit the beach. It was a good fight in the bigger water and even bette because one, there was a trough, and two, he tried to hide back in it. Just as I was about to get a quick pic before getting him back in the water that right


 to left sweep suck up behind me and washed the fish away and filled the reel with sand. I can't complain it's my first August bass of the this year, at least I'm on the board.



08.16.17 Plenty of peanuts in the back......


     While Erin and I were looking for crabs at almost dead low tide i guy kind of hurriedly and all-business started to walk the wall. I asked him if he was throwing for snappers and I was surprised when he said, "Peanuts". He was eagle eyed and I watched him like a heron just standing still and staring in the water. I looked over into the brown-end-of-the-tide muck and didn't see anything and then he threw. Really?
    Don't you know he then started to struggle with the throw net. I was like....really. And then it cleared the water and I was like, "Holy shit". One throw, a bucket full of peanut bunker, all the snacks the bluefin would like to find sinking down from the boat.



Sunday, August 13, 2017

08.13.17 Hard to find the water during this quick outing......


     School and work, and sometimes family (kidding!) can really screw up ones fishing. I didn't say mine, I said ones. So can a dead low at 533am. Got down to the water at 5 am before work and gave it one hour. Couldn't really find the water and the fishy spots I did find didn't produce with the popper. I'm thinking Thursday when dead low is in the 9ish range. It's starting to feel like fall. It's cool in the morning. There's bait around. It smells fishy. Just need the fish to move on in. Been watching Montauk and it seems like they may be early there this late summer and fall. Fingers crossed.
     One good thing that I always said about dead-low is the ability to scout. Well after a summer where we had some weather the late summer ho-hum tides and weather has just flattened things out along the beach. Very few fishy spots are showing. Not many troughs, like good deep ones, on the dead low. There's changes in gradient, but not the deep holes, at least around my "home waters". It might be time to spread out a bit and give some other old favorites a look before the fall comes. It's less than a month away before the mullet show, and probably a month and a half before Mother Nature rings in the fall with a mullet-run-killing Nor'Easter.


Saturday, August 12, 2017

08.12.17 Goodies from Fish-Skull arrive.....


     There's definitely some interest out there with Fish-Skull's newer line of poppers. It's taking of in fresh and salt waters. I put an order in and received it today while in the depths of the dreaded final exam. I had no time to play but enough time to go through and see what I ordered. In the end it's    




just more tying stuff that I hopefully will get to sit down and tie into some hopefully usable flies. I'm wondering what the faux bucktail will tie like but I am thinking it'll be great on some Clouser's since they don't flare when you pull them. I haven't used the Fish-Mask yet either and hopefully they'll help with my usual gnarly looking fly heads.






Thursday, August 10, 2017

08.10.17 Dead sea for me......


     Can't shake off the skunk. Down at 5am catching the flood tide as it was just starting to fill in. Worked the popper for a long while up and down the beach without a nothing. Other fly guys didn't have much luck either. With the dead low at sun-up the next few days and me having my pharmacology final exam today through Sunday I'll be off the beach. Hopefully fall comes soon with some bass on the beach and albies from the boat.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

08.09.17 Every (old) man has their (birth)day....


     Alright. I'm not sure if he's just always lucky, or is just fishy and catches a lot, I mean a lot, of fish. For some reason you could fish a spot, or fish right next to him, and he will catch and you will not. Even if you're using the same fly.

Leif in his younger years, maybe 2012
     Well today is his birthday and I guess the fish Gods gave him a gift. Actually his day started off with a gift from his son, Leif, who tied him up a couple of nice looking Howitzers in chartreuse. Well i got down to the beach and was fishing by 4am, mostly casting onto the sand since it was just starting to ebb after a full moon blow out low tide. I did find some water and as it came in the sun came up and it made for some pretty sweet looking popper water. I kept checking the watch as I had to split



from the beach around 615 to get to the hospital by 630 and do my Clark Kent uniform change. Before I left I saw Leif in the distance working his way towards me, at one point I saw him starting to back-up and then look down on the beach......right in a spot that I had worked in the near dark. I knew he got one. Of course he did. That fish turned out to look like a hybrid striped bass due to the blurred lines running its body. As I made my way to work and Leif and Joe and I traded reports, he hit us



with the picture up top, a real nice fish, in water that I covered that gave him a great tear off and run. Hey, its his birthday, and he's getting old, so let him have his fun while he can. I was using a Leif tied Howitzer in white, but only on the way out did I realize that both eyes had peeled off, not in whole, but in half. I wonder if that is a flaw there somewhere, and remember I haven't caught a fish on it yet. 

                                             

And lastly, I've been wondering what has been flipping in the suds the last couple of mornings while out. We came up with chub mackerel. Here's a pic of one that I think I highjacked off Facebook but remember who to credit, so I'm sorry for that. They look like perfect August-big-bass scoobie snacks. 





Monday, August 7, 2017

08.06-07.17 Two slow days on the beach......



       Spent yesterday exploring an old haunt. Haven't been here in some time and it felt good to have a different view and different rocks to navigate. Didn't turn a fish and spent most of my time with a variety of poppers that didn't move a fish. I haven't caught a fish up top all summer, and usually August is a great month for early morning poppin'.



     Leif took a picture of me and Joe got freaked out as it looked like I was being pulled up into the heavens. If you look closely there's a double of me just on top of the water line and some weird stuff going up into the clouds. Hopefully that wasn't my silent close call.

Leif Peterson photo
     Just because I haven't been catching doesn't mean there aren't fish around. I saw this photo on Fish Monger's Facebook page. That's what a 30-something inch 14 pound fluke and a 10 pound fluke look like. Would love to get one in the wash! The beach has been slow......real slow......annoying slow.

FishMonger Charters photo
     And it seems me and the guys are going to enter the world of the Fish-Skull Surface Seducer poppers now. I fished one long and hard today and have some early opinions on them. As time goes, and hopefully I get some fish, I'll be able to come up with some pros and cons. Right now it's looking pretty prosey.....especially for Lief who got the below fish in skinny water as the light turned on. Tough week as it's a mix of work and my last week of school for the summer. Finals are Thursday through Sunday and then I am FREE for a month.

Lief Peterson photo

Saturday, August 5, 2017

08.05.17 I cannot tell a lie......




     God I love my wife. She just put in a long week on her orientation as a hospice nurse. I just finished two long 13 hour days on the unit. Both girls are with us and are in that "what are we doing/ eating next mode". And it's 315 am and your dopey husband is up way before his alarm goes off and tries to quietly exit the 100 year old house with creaky floors to go fishing......

                                 

......and this is the text that I get. While I appreciate the 514 am check in, it's the 325 am one that makes me smile,"fish or us", and in a way, feel bad for her and other fishing guys or girls spouses.

     So I was out early and was hyped until I got there and as I walked onto the beach the lightning started to put on a show behind and in front of me. I checked the radar and soon was getting updates from Leif who was planning on coming down. Then the heavens opened up. I got back into my truck and slept for a half and hour before Leif pulled up and had me notice it wasn't raining anymore.



    Once out there it wasn't bad except the "new" outflows really empty out everything in the streams and sewers and depending on which way the current rolls can determine how shitted up the water gets  in front of you. I went black Snake Fly, AMC, Banger with a dropper, Clouser and for a bit a Lief-tied Fish-Skull Surface Seducer Howitzer HERE. While I have mostly used a Bob's Banger for my topwater action these are nice. They are foamy, and I don't think would stand up well to bluefish fangs. They come in white and chartruese,  I'd like to see them in black.


      As far as fishing. I fished hard, and long, way to long staying until 930. As I was walking the bright green in the sand stood out, it was a GULP! tail. Since I hadn't had a touch I figured what the hell and hooked it behind an AMC....and got this fluke on it right in the trough. After the fish I took it off and didn't get a touch for

                           

another 1,000 feet of beach before switching flies. As the water ebbed the tight beach water was really looking good. As I was pulling my fly out a nice schoolie hit it but I was all screwed up and missed the hookset. This is where barbed hooks would help....oh well.


Thursday, August 3, 2017

08.03.17 Remembering Roseld from a few years ago......




     Those were the days. Post Sandy and before beach replenishment. It's going to take a long time for  it to return to the way things were, if it ever does. The best part of this place was being there alone many, many times, or just with a few friends and getting into fish. There's not to many of those north-side pockets anymore. Good memories and good times.