Few days off again. Headed out with Roc and worked some shallows. Fish surfacing, but actually not too anxious to strike. Finally started getting whacked an hour in I think. Missed a good fish in about 2 feet of water, popped the hook. Soon after that had anutha runner, popped the hook after a few minutes of fighting. I was getting my ass kicked. Missed a few more smaller fish. Moved to another spot to end the night. Last hour or so of fishing was furious, took about 15 minutes for the drift to heat up, but once it did…..fish surfacing everywhere. Roc found a 40+ pounder to end the night. I landed a bass between 15-20 pounds. That was it for me. First sign of Bluefish this season….a large huss cack eel came back to the boat with a missing tail. So some snapper blues were mixed in, but there was a large pod of bass all around us. Pete got a 33″ in return for his rescue mission. Beautiful night!

Friday the 13th didn’t turn out to be a killer night of fishing for the boys. Headed out with Brandon, Jason, Dan, my brother Don, and Paul. The fishing was slow all around. I didn’t bother to wet a line till after midnight. Nuttin’ goin’ on. At that point, my attention shifted to Erin and how good her hair smelled. Sorry Striper Bassies, but ya had some competition this night. Ta hell with ya’s not bitin’! Everyone started to leave at various points of the early AM. The last 2 left, myself and my nephew Jason, continued to fish till about 7 am or so. Plenty of bait, but no bass. Eerily quiet, the water FLAT AS GLASS. Something very weird….

Headed out with Roc on beautiful night. Listened to the Celts game. Met jkfirefighter as he was in his boat down from Maine. got back to fishing but it was slow. After dark I managed a fish in the high 20 pound range. Stout and FAT, fresh fish from the surf covered in sea lice and it’s belly completely full of macks or pogies. Roc managed a few pics of it before I released her back to live on……headed back in around 11 and listened to last few minutes of the Celts game on the way home.

Hit another river in the marsh to no avail. Met it at half tide, ebbing. Total dead zone. Fished for a bit, then hit the bottle in amazement.

Headed back out after 8 pm and fished the channel with Brandon and Jason. Missed 5 or 6 fish while messing with the schoolies. Circle hooks + baitrunner + schoolies = zilch. Couldn’t weed through through schoolies, nothing of any real size would bite. End of the flowing tide started to bring all the shit upriver from the harbor. Tough fishin’ through all the salad. Left after slacked and turned to ebb. Plenty of schoolies though, but the bite died about 3 quarters of the way into the flow. Fish probably scooted upriver to dodge all the shit and salad.

Fished a river with Brandon, Jason and Paul. Didn’t do much fishing.

Headed out in the evening and met my brother and nephew. Flounder and striper fishing. Flood tide came in. We got picked up and left.

Snuck out for a bit this Friday evening around 6. Tide was flooding, and due to top out around 8/8:15pm. Worked a small creek with a 4″ split-tail minnow looking for schoolies, NADA in that spot tonight. After about 45 minutes of NADA, I headed back up to the truck to wait for a friend. Upon Paul’s arrival, some of the other people left, so I decided to make some more casts with a larger swimbait in a channel before dark. Managed a few schoolies before the tide slacked. I left and it was still creeping in while the sun was dropping.

Met up with Roc about 7 pm. Headed out to tha marsh and started working some topwater Spooks Roc made. Initially they weren’t on the Spook, so Roc switched to a jig and first cast had a fish on. The next drift, the fish were ON the Spooks. I lost a keeper sized bass around 10 pounds at the boat, had it rubbing the gunnel, only to have the snap open up….bye-bye went the bass and the custom Roc Spook. Roc was slaying the bass up top. So I had to redeem myself. I swapped to a coastlock, and Roc handed me another Spook, this time in Blue/Silver flash pattern. On the next drift I hooked up with a nice fish about the size of the one I lost. I wasn’t happy and wanted more. It was just too much fun watching these bass boil under the Spooks, sometimes 3, 4, 5 times before WHACKING it. On the next pass, I managed to entice a nice 33″ running about 12/13 pounds off the bank. I switched up my retrieve on the Spook to a faster zig-zag/pop and sometimes pausing it. This didn’t boil, just came up under it and inhaled the Spook. Gave me a run and took me straight for the channel. Was nice to finally hear the Cabo sing on a few decent fish. As the sun dropped, the Spook bite died. No more boils and crashes up top, we headed back downriver. Picked up a few more schoolies on swimbaits, and called it a night around 10. So much for no the “no topwater till July” myth! Fun, fun, fun. Pics of 2 of the nights fish and the sun set can be seen here….. http://www.marshmarauders.org/forums/f10/may-contest-over-27597/

After several days off, I decided upon another early AM outing upriver. Met Brandon at 3:30 and we pounded the water for almost 4 hours plugging with NADA to show for it. Even the poacher illegally snagging alewives this Weds. afternoon could only muster 2 fish livelining, so it seems the fish were just not eating. Stuffed with bait no doubt.