Well after my eventful ride north I spent a night working the bridges of Monmouth County crushing bass blues and weakies with my deck hand. ThenOn monday I slid offshore in a clients 27 contender. We ran for the Hudson but a heavy chop had us shut down in cold but pretty water shorth of there. Once we rached the tip the water got colder and uglier and we turned to the south along the 50 line toward toms.
Bango!!! Spreader goes down and theres a bill slashing in there. Second spreader goes down and then my lone piece of meat a hoo with a Compleat Dk starts screaming. One fish comes unglued and I was thinking whites when the tips showed pointy!![]()
Yep a tripple of rat blues in cold ugly water. One was gone but the other two stayed stck. The 50w gear was enough to put the brakes on the first fishand releasing him was a pleasure as that poor bar was getting the hell knocked out of it. The one that ate the hoo was a little longer pbattle on a tld 25 outfit with 40. The leader gave up when I grabbed it so a release but I didn't get my hook back.
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Inshore of there we found the bluefish to be thick as fleas so we packed it in.
That ride home was brutal and I spent Tuesday looking at the ceiling asking why I still do this at my age.
Wednesday, I mustered the energy to head to the Beach haven tourney, where I was invited to join Undisputed Joe and Buddy. Undisputed also a contender is a sweetie. She's the big girl with the tripple 250 yammies for power and reminded me a lot of Admins ride as we tore through the predawn chop on thursday... We set up on the westwall of the Wilmington and started our drag...
I guage crews I fish with by how much I have to say to get us on the same page and it really didn't take much. These guys have game and it was a pleasure to be with them. About 10Am I saw the first antichrist slip in and knock a rigger down only to just go away... An hour or so later we had been getting a steady pick of dolphin when the other rigger came down... There was a big bust in the water and I was thinking tuna. So the drop was short and the stroke was strong. The fish raced up and out... "Oh crap a white" I knew the drop was too short for one and sure enough he came unglued.
The mahi continued to maul our spread and Joe toook sadistic pleasure in pushing it a touch close to the pots if he thought buddy or I were getting bored. Between pots the flat line sang out. I saw this antichrist clear... "Let em eat..."
Buddy did every thing right and went to come tight. I saw the hoo pop out of the fish's mouth and it came right back and piled again. Buddy did another masterful job of dropping but the fish never got the steel. As he worked that one a second one joined the party. It piled on a lure and savaged it several times. It did not want to play with the pitch and jsut kept popping the lure til it got bored and went away... Final tally 0 for 4... Seems I've done that before...I take the blame..
The ride home was a bumpy one and though he tried hard Joe was not able to flick me out of the boat with his fancy driving...![]()
Yesterday we laid up and watched it blow... Then this morning took mother mother ocean back on and headed back out. Our water had moved and the sea wouldn't let us point at the Baltimore so we searched hi and low around the Wilmington for the right white . The mahi found us again and worked us hard but at least they barfed up a nice 20 class bull in the mix.
My secret way back bait had a bite that I'm pretty sure was a white but we never got a look. We saw another raise away from ourspread andeat something but never gave us a shot. Alas the fat lady chirped and the clock had run out on our bid to beat the fleet. Still I had a ball with two great guys and was impressed with that outboards ability to raise fish... Theres always next year...![]()


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Yep a tripple of rat blues in cold ugly water. One was gone but the other two stayed stck. The 50w gear was enough to put the brakes on the first fishand releasing him was a pleasure as that poor bar was getting the hell knocked out of it. The one that ate the hoo was a little longer pbattle on a tld 25 outfit with 40. The leader gave up when I grabbed it so a release but I didn't get my hook back.
Inshore of there we found the bluefish to be thick as fleas so we packed it in.
I take the blame..
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