07-19-2004, 09:55 AM
When my wife asked me if I was going fishing Saturday night after the great night I had on Friday, I looked to heaven and said a little "thank you" :). This time I made sure I was in plenty of time and when I arrived at the lower estuary a little after midnight the tide was just turning slack high. There was no wind and the water surface was mirror smooth. I had to paddle around for a while to get my bearings since I'd never been there at this height of water before and most of the old landmark channels were flooded. Within twenty minutes of the tide starting to ebb, the first splashes confirmed feeding fish. There were fish rising for the next three hours. Initially they were up in flooded spartina grass. You could hear them crashing away but it would have been like blind casting to a partridge in a corn field. :Eyecrazy: There was a clam worm hatch and I initially assumed thats what was causing the commotion but I dont believe that was the whole story. Once the water dropped a bit, fish were holding station tight against the sod banks hitting something drifting past just like trout rising to olive duns. This was very challenging fishing. Trying to get an accurate drag-free float when casting to fussy trout is one thing. Trying to pull it of in the pitch dark, casting into the black void where the sodbank touches the water is something else ( I still have a lot of learning to do)! I'm not sure if these fish were feeding on worms or the millions of tiny grass shrimp (1/4 inch) that were also in the water. The worms were about 2 inches long, mostly pink/red with a few tan/olives. They had no trouble zipping at random and seemed oblivious to the powerful ebb current. The grass shrimp were pretty helpless. Things shut down for an hour or so until the false dawn and then the action heated up again. This time it was small bass marauding schools of tiny baitfish in about six inches of water. I finished up six, one in the high twenties, a couple mid twenties and three micros.