A work trip to Maine. Clean, clear Atlantic water and evening dropping
tides on one of my favorite beaches. I was able to schedule work (3
days in a row) around fishing for stripers and...blues. I have caught
some very, very small blues on Martha's Vineyard a few years back, but
this trip I finally discovered why these fish are revered by some and
despised by others. Let's just say that I lost a few flies to these
toothy bastards. I also caught one that was probably in the 4-6 pound
class but failed to get a pic after I was trying to dance around the
teeth and it finally cut my line and swam off with another fly. Sand
eel patterns were the fly of the trip and now, after the run in with the
blues, I need to tie more. My last of the three nights fishing the
beach, after I caught a couple small stripers, I got hit and broken
off by something that left a surface disturbance similar to a
Manatee...not being in Florida I can only assume that it was something
else...
I guess I'll have to go back and see if I can figure out what it was.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment