I took a break from getting the boat and gear ready for tomorrow's charter to see how things at dead low tide looked. The beach was quiet and the birds were flying around but with no real purpose. Took a longer ride to find birds off the beach and guys lined up in front of them waiting for them to make a turn in. I stayed for a bit not wetting a line but with more interest in taking pictures.
I pulled up from there and found some friends getting ready to investigate a gathering of birds off the end of a groin. That's the way it goes down sometimes. You see some birds, they seem to have an interest, you make you're way into position, and it gets better from there. That's just sometimes.
Well these birds were on bait being pushed up by bass. It wasn't an all out blitz, but they did roll and crash bait as the birds swooped down. It was a spin fishers day as dead low tide and gin clear water showed no life of bait or bass in the shallows. Continued below....
I spent most of my time with my eye looking through the lens trying to catch the bass, or blues, blowing up on the bait. One time the birds got close, Andy made a cast, and he hooked up, just like that. I watched the fish take off and Andy had to change his position to the opposite side to land the heavy 33" bass. After a quick hook out he gently released the fish into the water.
