Tuna
09-03-2001, 01:16 PM
Having heard the albies came in last week, I was psyched to get out. Heard Thursday my Merc was running, so took Friday off.
Got out Friday and made it to the Point. Saw nothing, so took a few bass and blues on sinking line near the lighthouse. A guide stopped by to describe the week's action, and seconds later the albies popped up near him... for seconds.
That was pretty much it for my 3 days out. See nothing, quick pop-ups, see nothing. Sunday, as I left at 4:30, saw larger groups outside, left before they came to shore in numbers.
Back to Friday. Went to the south shore, saw more albies here and there. Got a few more bass near the surfers, albies sometimes coming up within feet of them.
Chased samll pods of albies, then saw a vistor...
I had stopped near 3 rising albies and cast poorly. Then, to the left of where the albies came up, saw several larger fish. Incredible green bodies with dark vertical stripes and big heads. Not racing through the bait - rather cruising slowly through it. Mahi!
Picked up my first cast to them quickly and saw another below the surface on my backcast. Put the fly behind, stripped fast, it turned to the fly and made a half heaarted swipe at it. Slowed the retrieve down - strip, stop, strip, stop. On the second strip, it followed and on the stop it kept coming and sucked the fly in. 10 yard run then straight in the air, another 10 yard run, another flight to the air. Nice long run, punctuated by 7 or 8 incredible leaps, then a long struggle near the boat. Wanted to get it in the boat to video it (and maybe keep it to eat), but it broke off as I held the leader wondering how to get it in the boat (couldn't think of the boca grip I had, was too amazed). Although its size has fluctuated considerably in my descriptions of it since then, it was bigger than what I heard are sometimes seen near shore, probably 10 to 12 pounds. What an incredible sight seeing it in the water.
Later that day I managed one fat albie off the beach near the cottages.
Saturday, based on a NOAH report that never materialized, took Josh and Howie out. Although the winds were up briefly, never to what NOAH had predicted and the afternoon was calm and a day Howie normally would have been offshore.
The albie pods were more numerous and had a few more fish in them than I saw Friday, but it was still touch fishing. Josh got an early blue, appropriately Howie got the first albie (got that one on video) and Josh got to watch me break another rod on the only other albie of the day.
Got a different perspective on things, as the fish we caught were "bait" in Howie's eyes. Heard some great stories (not just his offshore experience) and saw a great picture of him younger with an Atlantic Salmon.
Despite fascination with his offshore offer, decided to chase albies again Sunday.
Sunday morning was slower than the two previous days. Hooked up near the surfers when a pod came up near me, but had my line wrapped around my hand and broke it off. Didn't see much for a while, then got a nice albie near Caswells. As the line ran out, saw a nice bass follow the fly line. A few minutes later, saw a few bass surface, watched as a plugger and several fly guys took nice bass off the rocks.
The wind died in the afternoon and the albies got a bit more active. Followed pods half way to Hither Hills, seeing bait everywhere, but had no real shots. Got the Point late, seeing the aftermatch (many boats) of some good schools I hear came up around 3 PM. Saw them way outside, and between the point and Shagawong on my way back.
I can still feel my heart pound when I saw those mahi in shore. Cool fish, cool enough for Howie to resist calling them bait.
Got out Friday and made it to the Point. Saw nothing, so took a few bass and blues on sinking line near the lighthouse. A guide stopped by to describe the week's action, and seconds later the albies popped up near him... for seconds.
That was pretty much it for my 3 days out. See nothing, quick pop-ups, see nothing. Sunday, as I left at 4:30, saw larger groups outside, left before they came to shore in numbers.
Back to Friday. Went to the south shore, saw more albies here and there. Got a few more bass near the surfers, albies sometimes coming up within feet of them.
Chased samll pods of albies, then saw a vistor...
I had stopped near 3 rising albies and cast poorly. Then, to the left of where the albies came up, saw several larger fish. Incredible green bodies with dark vertical stripes and big heads. Not racing through the bait - rather cruising slowly through it. Mahi!
Picked up my first cast to them quickly and saw another below the surface on my backcast. Put the fly behind, stripped fast, it turned to the fly and made a half heaarted swipe at it. Slowed the retrieve down - strip, stop, strip, stop. On the second strip, it followed and on the stop it kept coming and sucked the fly in. 10 yard run then straight in the air, another 10 yard run, another flight to the air. Nice long run, punctuated by 7 or 8 incredible leaps, then a long struggle near the boat. Wanted to get it in the boat to video it (and maybe keep it to eat), but it broke off as I held the leader wondering how to get it in the boat (couldn't think of the boca grip I had, was too amazed). Although its size has fluctuated considerably in my descriptions of it since then, it was bigger than what I heard are sometimes seen near shore, probably 10 to 12 pounds. What an incredible sight seeing it in the water.
Later that day I managed one fat albie off the beach near the cottages.
Saturday, based on a NOAH report that never materialized, took Josh and Howie out. Although the winds were up briefly, never to what NOAH had predicted and the afternoon was calm and a day Howie normally would have been offshore.
The albie pods were more numerous and had a few more fish in them than I saw Friday, but it was still touch fishing. Josh got an early blue, appropriately Howie got the first albie (got that one on video) and Josh got to watch me break another rod on the only other albie of the day.
Got a different perspective on things, as the fish we caught were "bait" in Howie's eyes. Heard some great stories (not just his offshore experience) and saw a great picture of him younger with an Atlantic Salmon.
Despite fascination with his offshore offer, decided to chase albies again Sunday.
Sunday morning was slower than the two previous days. Hooked up near the surfers when a pod came up near me, but had my line wrapped around my hand and broke it off. Didn't see much for a while, then got a nice albie near Caswells. As the line ran out, saw a nice bass follow the fly line. A few minutes later, saw a few bass surface, watched as a plugger and several fly guys took nice bass off the rocks.
The wind died in the afternoon and the albies got a bit more active. Followed pods half way to Hither Hills, seeing bait everywhere, but had no real shots. Got the Point late, seeing the aftermatch (many boats) of some good schools I hear came up around 3 PM. Saw them way outside, and between the point and Shagawong on my way back.
I can still feel my heart pound when I saw those mahi in shore. Cool fish, cool enough for Howie to resist calling them bait.