I was in Boston this week on business and took the 8 weight just in case. The tides looked flat for most of the time I'd be in town but thursday evening had a low at 5, giving me a few hours before getting to the airport at 8. Although they have had a very slow August, with the water starting to cool and the bait piling up along the beaches
Dave and
Vlad invited me to tag along to a gravel bar that should have some fish on it on the rising tide.
About a mile from the car park we rounded the bend and looked down on the area we'd be targeting. Blitz! Birds smashing into the water and fish blasting through the surface.... we waded out onto the bar and Vlad was into a fish on his first cast. I was strapped into an angry striper just a few casts later. For an hour the action was pretty hot.
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| Vlad connects on his first cast |
The fish wanted 2-3 inch long, white patterns fished pretty slowly. I hooked over 10 fish and landed 4 or 5 up to 30 inches between 5:30 and 6:20.
Not a bad way to say goodbye to the Boston area.
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| walking back... |
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| Dusk over Boston on a warm evening |
The fish wanted 2-3 inch long, white patterns fished pretty slowly. I hooked over 10 fish and landed 4 or 5 up to 30 inches between 5:30 and 6:20.
About a mile from the car park we rounded the bend and looked down on the area we'd be targeting. Blitz! Birds smashing into the water and fish blasting through the surface.... we waded out onto the bar and Vlad was into a fish on his first cast. I was strapped into an angry striper just a few casts later. For an hour the action was pretty hot.
