...a few of us were out following the tides into the very wee hours of the morning. Sucks going to bed at 3:30am, then getting up to take the kids to school by 8am, but sometimes that's the price of admission to the Stripers Feeding on Herring Show. I know, cry me a river, Steve. It was a pretty good week; not lights-out spectacular, but not awful either. We hooked and landed fish most nights, and while none of the bass could be considered cows, we did run into a few that exceeded the 15-pound mark.
I fished the entire week with my five-weight, greased-line swinging some large flatwings. I took more fish this year on the dangle and the slow return retrieve than in previous years. Funny how every year truly is different. Here are a few pictures of things that went bump in the night.
Open wide. The last thing a herring sees before it makes the transition from procreator to Blue Plate Special.
Bob used his two-hander most nights. Here's a nice 31"er he landed. Bob is much happier about it than he looks . Really.
My new personal best on the five-weight, a chubby bass of 33". 15 pounds if she's an ounce. What a ride. There are some shoulders there.
Todd had a great night fishing my Rock Island flatwing, pictured below. A few of his bass were pushing the 3-foot mark.
I didn't do so bad myself with the Rock Island. Here's a 30"er taken on the greased-line swing, fly lodged in the corner of the mouth, right where it's supposed to be.