Here's Mine, Where's Yours [Archive] - Fly Fishing Forum

: Here's Mine, Where's Yours

07-29-2001, 01:44 PM
Snuck down to Pine Point (ME) Saturday AM. Pretty dead, lot of weed and the water was pretty murky from the weeks south wind. Great fall like morning and sunrise though. Back to the family by 7:00 am and nobody would have known I was gone if I hadn't mentioned it.

So what about the Rip Trip?

Fred A.

07-29-2001, 02:41 PM
The fishing was slow on the Rip Trip mostly schoolies caught. But it was good to me the Old Dooge ,Reno and Domenic and the Shadfreak. Had fun watching Juro get all the fish he's a fishing machine. GHood to meet the Chatham selectmen John Morin who met us at the dock.
the fishing was slow but the company was great.

07-29-2001, 05:14 PM
Here's my report, I think one of those four letter words discribes it best,"MUNG". ;-)

07-29-2001, 06:17 PM
I had a wonderful time on the Rip Trip. It was my first time there and a excellent learning experience. It was great meeting so many fellow fishing enthusiasts. It was a great day on the water! Thanks to all of you who helped put this together!
Dave Williams

07-29-2001, 07:58 PM
The fishing may have been slow but the Rip Trip was still an awesome event. As usual, all of the Forum members that I met for the first time were really interesting guys and highly skilled fishermen. And Eric, please post something and make yourself known. As a Chatham resident you have your finger on the pulse of the action down there.

Despite the mung and the slow day I am sure that my Dad and I would head back out there in a heartbeat.

See you out there.


07-29-2001, 10:38 PM
Woo Hoo rip trip! ;D I only caught one fish, but I had a great time meeting everyone. I will go back at the next opportunity.
I found a picture of Juro's favorite baby seal but I couldn't figure out how to port it over here. ???

07-30-2001, 06:33 AM
Upon arrival, the Powder Hole flat was pretty much covered with small bait swimming high and there was a good dose of crap in the water. The point was clear and bright with ocean water and first cast or second cast hookups had us all believing it was going to be a rip trip classic. You know what they say about that kind of optimism! We awaited the rip to form while the schoolies kept us entertained and the blues came by to either take flies or keep the flyrods jumping for Dave, Pete, Reno, and others.

I had a schoolie on and suddenly got heavy, REAL HEAVY... a seal grabbed my fush and was proceeding to chow it on the end of my line. Man, that was the most solid weight I've felt in a long time! The damn thing came to the surface with my fish in it's mouth and thrased until my hook came out. I was pissed - not about losing a fish but that the fish lost it's life because I had it hooked.

In fact the whole area was crawling with seals, working the rip in pods in front of us. I suspect no wise large cow striper would hang around there for long, and in retrospect the seals were probably the biggest reason there were no big fish.

Lesson one: Seals eat your fish right off the line, and sometimes eat your fly. I had that happen at Monomoy recently with two witnesses. I believe their presence in the rip kept the large fish off the glide.

But it was one heck of a Jacques Cousteau show of pinnipeds, if ever there was one! A seal fans delight, unfortunately I am not a seal fan...

The rip might change things so we waited...

It took longer for the rip to form than expected, and once it did there was a solid mung line threaded into the rip current exactly at the wrong level and distance from shore. It was, as mung usually is, an exercise in futility for a couple of hours in the primo time of the rip. Bluefish and a few more schoolies came around to liven things up a bit, but no hogs this time.

Lesson two: MUNG! Last trip, this trip in July - Rip mung puts a real damper on things.

But it was an incredible day, couldn't ask for better weather.

So finally, the latter stages of the rip came and the mung pile from the sound side ran out. The rip was in it's more moderate form, late in the stage, where it's easier to fish. I recall this as being the stage where it's hard to stop fishing because the catching was so good, even with Keith waiting to pick us up. It's the stage where many of us would sit down to rest despite Marvin or Domenic or PeteL, etc - still banging big fish after big fish. I saw this as the opportunity to salvage the bigness of the rip trip fishing experience, and a few of us beat the pulp out of the primo part of the rip to no avail.

Lesson two: There is no such thing as an automatic keeper hole, even if it is most of the time.

I truly believed that the rip was a consistent behavioral trait of the area striped bass population, a consistent "keeper hole". Every time we went last year they were there, and the action was hot and heavy. I guess there really isn't such thing as an every-time keeper hole.

But what a great bunch of guys to spend the day with, the company was great I enjoyed the day immensely.

Looking forward to more fishing with the fantastic gang we had out on the "end of the earth" rip!