My first “official” trip out for the year. Jumped aboard the Regulator (looking beautiful with many upgrades) per invite of Capt (thank you again). Plan was to head out for sea bass but the weather had another idea in mind. Really I should tell the whole truth, the plan was to fish for sea bass, stripers, drum and flounder… we like to think big. With the NE at 15-25 knts it was going to be a BIG SEA day instead.
The following is a few shots at the end of the inlet. We took a ride to take a peek. Woof!
I was not up for surfing (sorry) so the back bay would be home for the day. The wind was still crazy, but manageable. Noticing along the way to “X” marks the spot we saw a few people picking up some nice flounder. One thing I love, early in the season few if any jet skiers, joy riders, pleasure boaters. It mostly just people fishing. We worked two spots and had not picked anything up. Moved. We settled into a nice area that strangely everyone was heading away from when we arrived. With the out going tide we threw down and immediately had a double hook up of a couple of “cocktail blues”. One with a mind of a mahi that leapt out of the water two times. Just a few cranks and the were in the boat. Always fun to reel in a few blue fish.
Slight adjustment and BAM we were on the flounder, and we stayed on for much of our time. Outgoing tide, 8-15′ of water, temp 64, bait-salted mack strips on 1oz buck tales with glow heads custom-made .
We had a bunch of throw backs 4 fat keepers 18.5″, 19″, 19.1″ and a 20″ all nice. In the end we left them hungry as we had dock business to attend to and had to get back.
I feel like I am alive again. I honestly lose myself when fishing and can be silently caught up in the beauty surrounding me. Picked up some fresh jersey asparagus and strawberries to compliment the delicious flounder filet’s. Yum!
“To go fishing is the chance to wash one’s soul with pure air, with the rush of the brook, or with the shimmer of sun on blue water. It brings meekness and inspiration from the decency of nature, charity toward tackle-makers, patience toward fish, a mockery of profits and egos, a quieting of hate, a rejoicing that you do not have to decide a darned thing until next week. And it is discipline in the equality of men – for all men are equal before fish.”- Herbert Hoover