Leave it to the spin fishermen to poke some fun at the true sportsmen out there. Anyway, pretty funny. They'll be no Halloween bass for me this year but I heard things sat down a bit yesterday afternoon for a good bite to start up in a spot I've been keeping my eye on and visiting pretty regularly the last two weeks. The winds all over the place over the next five days so we'll see what that brings.
Monday, October 30, 2023
In sad news the missing fisherman/kayaker body was recovered yesterday in Keyport where he went missing one week ago. Zhenjiang Ding, 74, was out fishing when something happened. He died doing what he loved to do. And with that in two days, November 1st, the new law go into effect regarding life jackets. Everyone on a boat 26 feet in length must have a PFD on at all times. Period. It goes from November 1st to May 1st. That's every type of watercraft, including drift boats.
And speaking of PFD's. After Theresa and I took care of some business, well old business, we hit a great place for lunch in Newtown, Pa. If you ever have the chance to hit a place called Iron Hill Brewery make the stop. It's a chain but each has it's own brewery? inside. Great beer. Great food. Nice afternoon. But then I wanted to fish and not take the ride east again.
I have wanted to have one final outing for some late fall holdover striped bass in the Delaware. So I dug the life jacket out of my truck and geared up for some fun in the current of the big river. My plan was to walk across one section to fish another. I have done this in the spring and this would be my
Sunday, October 29, 2023
I took the above picture from my yard out in Titusville. October 28th was the full Hunter's Moon and today we begin the waning gibbous moon phase. It's kind of like Mr. Miaggi in the Karate Kid movie. "Wax on, wax off". Only with the moon phases it's "Waxing in waning off". With the moons
we expect to see higher high tides and lower lows. There's more water so there's more current in currently areas. Also the bait and fish tend to be a little more active on the big moons. We used to say in the psychiatric units, "It must be a full moon", when patients would be off the rails.
So it has been THE week of the fall run. It started with big fish both off and on the beach. Early word last Saturday and by Monday the word and the crowds were out. During the week the fish still hit the sand mostly in Monmouth County and a little in Ocean, usually it's the other way around. Well, actually they did have a showing two weeks ago before we did up here.
We had adult bunker early and then the peanuts showed up the week leading to this full moon as they emptied from the bays and rivers. There is still bait in the bay, and fish too, and I heard the boat hatch in the bay yesterday was just as bad as it was out front.
This week we'll see the wind swing around bringing in more normal fall temperatures. NE to NW to N and then W is predicted. The air temps will be in 30's at night and low 50's during the day. Dominic may have to throw on at least a shirt during his bunker soak.
As far as fishing, well what do I know. I have heard of sand eels up and down the Shore, from mediums to jumbo 6-8 inchers. Usually you can tell when there are sand eels around. The birds can usually tell as well. We'll see if the peanut bunker continue to move south and out and what sized class fish are on them. There was a mix of slot fish that were in with the jumbos throughout the week and just when I thought the big fish were down and out they were obviously all over the place in those adult bunker pods off the beach yesterday.
If you watched the boats yesterday not too many were doing anything but livening. That tight flotilla kinda kills a topwater bite and the bass are under the bunker pods waiting for a meal and trying to avoid getting shredded by all of the propellers. Snag and drop, or for the legal anglers out there, live lining bunker on a three way rig with a circle hook, has been the way to consistently catch. Those using big rubber shads have done well also.
The other day I posted about the "new" way to snag and drop without using a 10/0 treble hook. Above you can see how it works in action. I guess it works the same way. Drop it into a pod and reel it in fast to snag a bunker and let it go. This set up must be great to swim a livie around, but I don't know if it gets below the pod as it is lighter than the treble hook weight. I'm not sure that's what the regulations intended but they never said a "single" circle hook must be used. I have searched and searched and can't find anything to the contrary to the above.
Saturday, October 28, 2023
And in the c'mon man category. So I'm sitting their in my half-busted chair sipping a coffee with binoculars and a camera around my neck, and dressed up in waders that were starting to raise my body temperature. I would raise my binoculars from time to time and look to see if there were any birds. Well, on one pass I noticed a chap doing his morning stretches facing a person that was by herself. What I found strange was that there is no protocol or etiquette for loosening up a bit with some morning wood working. Like wouldn't you face away from the stranger that you set up next to?
I don't know it's not my scene. But I know that a guy on a nude beach with binoculars and a long lens camera may be frowned upon so it was time for me to jet.
metal plate that had me go into a partial split. The blow holes cut into this contraption, used to relieve the pressure from the waves underneath, let loose and it was water like a geyser into my face. I turned the other way and another spout hit me. And then the second wave hit. It was the same thing all over again, only this time my fly line was out of my basket and down into the water on the north side. A few more spouts in the front and the back and I was saturated and my hat slightly askew on my head.
Calmly I gathered myself and the waves had stopped. It was flat again. I looked like a drowned cat and as I left with little dignity I looked to that pocket on the north side where the kids and their dad were playing in the shallows.
"Daddy that man almost fell in", the kid said his dad.
The dad chuckled, "No he's okay".
I walked off the rocks, tipped the brow of my cap and smiled at the kid.
And to myself I said, "Excuse me professional fly fisherman getting ready to catch a striped bass".