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Got a late start on Saturday. I met up with my parents who headed out of Stage with Capt. Will Raye on his flats boat at 8:00. After seeing them off, I dropped the 'yak in the water at the causeway where I saw Striblue for a short chat about BBS personalities. By the time he split and I loaded up the gear it was almost 9.
With the strong SW wind I figured that I'd fish the east side for a little shelter. I never made it. On the flat immediately across from the mouth of Stage, I spooked my first school of the day which had some BIG fish. I anchored for a few minutes and hooked into a some schoolies. I continued west catching fish. There was some chop, but not so much to scare me off the multitudes of big bass in 2 feet of water. I reached the western side of the N/S Monomoy break at 10:30. There were some guys fishing in that general area, but I didn't see many fish there. I paddled along the west side of S. Monomoy, and headed to the outside where the surf was really honking. I beached the 'yak and waded just beyond the trough that runs between the surf and the flat. The trough was teeming with fish. I'd get soaked by a big wave every minute or two, but the parade of bass kept me casting. I stayed out there until about 2:30 when I enjoyed the easy paddle home with that stiff SW breeze to my back. At the end of the day, I'd guess I hooked at least 30 fish with a 36" porker topping it all off.
I prefer to share the excitement, but there is something special about chowing a soggy roast beef sub on an isolated sand bar with scuffed thumbs...and not a soul for at least a mile in any direction.
When I finally met up with my parents for a G&T at day's end I learned that they stayed east, sheltered from the wind, and caught fish all day, too.
With the strong SW wind I figured that I'd fish the east side for a little shelter. I never made it. On the flat immediately across from the mouth of Stage, I spooked my first school of the day which had some BIG fish. I anchored for a few minutes and hooked into a some schoolies. I continued west catching fish. There was some chop, but not so much to scare me off the multitudes of big bass in 2 feet of water. I reached the western side of the N/S Monomoy break at 10:30. There were some guys fishing in that general area, but I didn't see many fish there. I paddled along the west side of S. Monomoy, and headed to the outside where the surf was really honking. I beached the 'yak and waded just beyond the trough that runs between the surf and the flat. The trough was teeming with fish. I'd get soaked by a big wave every minute or two, but the parade of bass kept me casting. I stayed out there until about 2:30 when I enjoyed the easy paddle home with that stiff SW breeze to my back. At the end of the day, I'd guess I hooked at least 30 fish with a 36" porker topping it all off.
I prefer to share the excitement, but there is something special about chowing a soggy roast beef sub on an isolated sand bar with scuffed thumbs...and not a soul for at least a mile in any direction.
When I finally met up with my parents for a G&T at day's end I learned that they stayed east, sheltered from the wind, and caught fish all day, too.
