On Saturday I went out with my nephew and friend for the second day. The first day we identified a great smallmouth bass pattern which included looking for flat, table top size rocks about 5-10 feet deep near shore. Caught lots of bass using this pattern and saw bass nests.
On the second day, we switched to stripers and traveled to Buoy 25. We saw 3 boats along the main wall and moved in to see if we could find fish. We did not bring bait but saw a floating striper which we filleted into bait size pieces. We drifted along the wall and caught 30 stripers quickly with 3 anglers in the boat. The average size was good but we were looking for healthier fish so we moved on.
We went to the back of Last Chance and trolled hoping for fatter fish to eat for dinner. Trolling on the back of main Rock was slow. So we moved to the next side canyon. Trolling in clear water was not productive so we went to the back of the canyon. In 30 feet of water we got the first hit and reeled in a striper. I always cast behind a troll-caught fish to look for followers. I immediately hooked up with another fat healthy fish. We all started casting and the fish responded on every cast. It seemed like we were in a sub surface boil with stripers going crazy right under the boat. We caught fish as fast as we could get the fish off the hook and make another cast.
My nephew, Darrell caught a fish, unhooked it, laid his rod down with the lure laying on the waters surface as he turned to put the fish in the cooler. He did not make it to the cooler before he saw a striper grab the floating lure and dive for the bottom. The rod was balanced on the side of the boat so the weight of the fish swimming away caused the rod to flip out of the boat and land in the water. He was amazed! I thought it was pretty funny that his rod was stolen by a fish. We all stopped and just gazed at the surface in amazement.
The fish did not resurface. We cast out trying to hook the rod with no luck. We put on spoons and dredged the bottom trying to snag the fish or a the rod. One brave soul (Steve Fish) actually got in the water and walked along the shoreline to 6 feet trying to make contact with no luck. We gave up packed up our gear with a cooler full of fish.
While taking inventory we realized that the fishing rod so skillfully abducted during the fish ambush was not Darrell's rod but was one of mine!!! Wayne had his rod stolen by a vengeful school of stripers!
If you happen to be fishing in Last Chance and hook a fishing rod being towed around by a striper, please let me know. Your reward will be to have your picture taken with the fish bandit and Wayne at the same time. Can't wait to get that sneaky little fish into the boat. I need your help to complete chapter two of this fish story.
Wayne
On the second day, we switched to stripers and traveled to Buoy 25. We saw 3 boats along the main wall and moved in to see if we could find fish. We did not bring bait but saw a floating striper which we filleted into bait size pieces. We drifted along the wall and caught 30 stripers quickly with 3 anglers in the boat. The average size was good but we were looking for healthier fish so we moved on.
We went to the back of Last Chance and trolled hoping for fatter fish to eat for dinner. Trolling on the back of main Rock was slow. So we moved to the next side canyon. Trolling in clear water was not productive so we went to the back of the canyon. In 30 feet of water we got the first hit and reeled in a striper. I always cast behind a troll-caught fish to look for followers. I immediately hooked up with another fat healthy fish. We all started casting and the fish responded on every cast. It seemed like we were in a sub surface boil with stripers going crazy right under the boat. We caught fish as fast as we could get the fish off the hook and make another cast.
My nephew, Darrell caught a fish, unhooked it, laid his rod down with the lure laying on the waters surface as he turned to put the fish in the cooler. He did not make it to the cooler before he saw a striper grab the floating lure and dive for the bottom. The rod was balanced on the side of the boat so the weight of the fish swimming away caused the rod to flip out of the boat and land in the water. He was amazed! I thought it was pretty funny that his rod was stolen by a fish. We all stopped and just gazed at the surface in amazement.
The fish did not resurface. We cast out trying to hook the rod with no luck. We put on spoons and dredged the bottom trying to snag the fish or a the rod. One brave soul (Steve Fish) actually got in the water and walked along the shoreline to 6 feet trying to make contact with no luck. We gave up packed up our gear with a cooler full of fish.
While taking inventory we realized that the fishing rod so skillfully abducted during the fish ambush was not Darrell's rod but was one of mine!!! Wayne had his rod stolen by a vengeful school of stripers!
If you happen to be fishing in Last Chance and hook a fishing rod being towed around by a striper, please let me know. Your reward will be to have your picture taken with the fish bandit and Wayne at the same time. Can't wait to get that sneaky little fish into the boat. I need your help to complete chapter two of this fish story.
Wayne
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