bunker
09-28-2005, 04:40 PM
Just spent the weekend with family and the Yanks. I was ready to fish. Unfortunately Monday the weather threw a slider with a hard South wind and a lot of chop in my favorite place. Drove around Cape Ann looking but no joy. Stopped and did some casting here and there with nothing to show for it. Wound up the Morning on the PI beach front and nothing showing. Headed for the barn and some much needed sleep.
Made the trip again early Tuesday only to find the wind had switched to the N. NW. but blowing just as hard. Fortunately it blew it flat around Magnolia so I launched at Whites and headed around the corner to the right. There I found a large flock of Gulls just off the island in front of Graves beach. Proceeded over and as I got there the flock broke up and headed elsewhere. Started casting anyway but got nothing for my trouble. Stayed around the island for a bit but the wind kept moving me out so fast that all I had to do was let the line out and the fly was kept moving without stripping. Still nothing there though so headed into the rocks and started casting. I'd get about two casts and then have to paddle back in due to the wind. About halfway down a fish rolled on the fly and I was on. It felt like a good fish as it went deep and started headshaking. I'd get it close to the surface and it would sound. It pulled me towards the rocks and I had to do some maneuvering and switch angles on the rod to keep me out of them. With the swell it would not have been pretty. At any rate I got it close to where the leader was showing and the hook pulled. Continued along the rocks and was next to the large overhanging rock next to entrance to Whites and a solid take. I put the it to her and she took off towards the rocks. Again all I could envision was getting close and a swell throwing me up into em. I changed rod angles and finally got her and me heading out toward the open water. Now I'm heading toward some pot buoys. Great. She'll wrap me up and that'll be it. I'm praying to god about not letting me lose this one and making all the usual promises that I'll never keep. Somehow we thread the needle and pass through the buoys. I finally bring the fish to the boat and she's as knackered as I am. A 38" pig of a fish. She musta been eating everything for the past few weeks. Nice and fat. So, I start the reviving process. This thing must have given her all as she would not revive. Wore all the skin off of my thumb moving her back and forth and finally after what seemed like 20 minutes she showed some life. It took longer to reveive her than to fight her. Finally she bit down hard on my thumb so I let go my grip but kept my thumb in her mouth just in case and she stayed there for about 30 seconds before turning head down and slowly made her way towards the bottom.
I continued fishing the rocks until 11:30 with one more 30" fish to show for it and went home.
Made the trip again around 4 as the wind had died down considerably. The seas were flat with an occasional roller but the fishing was slower than in the morning. I had nothing to show for it. Just a nice afternoon paddle. Headed back in around dark.
The flies for the day was a DNA bunker fly about 1.5" and a clouser. Tried a lot of different things but nothing else worked.
I'll be out again on Saturday but may go to Gloucester and Bass rocks first.
Tight Lines
Mike D.
Made the trip again early Tuesday only to find the wind had switched to the N. NW. but blowing just as hard. Fortunately it blew it flat around Magnolia so I launched at Whites and headed around the corner to the right. There I found a large flock of Gulls just off the island in front of Graves beach. Proceeded over and as I got there the flock broke up and headed elsewhere. Started casting anyway but got nothing for my trouble. Stayed around the island for a bit but the wind kept moving me out so fast that all I had to do was let the line out and the fly was kept moving without stripping. Still nothing there though so headed into the rocks and started casting. I'd get about two casts and then have to paddle back in due to the wind. About halfway down a fish rolled on the fly and I was on. It felt like a good fish as it went deep and started headshaking. I'd get it close to the surface and it would sound. It pulled me towards the rocks and I had to do some maneuvering and switch angles on the rod to keep me out of them. With the swell it would not have been pretty. At any rate I got it close to where the leader was showing and the hook pulled. Continued along the rocks and was next to the large overhanging rock next to entrance to Whites and a solid take. I put the it to her and she took off towards the rocks. Again all I could envision was getting close and a swell throwing me up into em. I changed rod angles and finally got her and me heading out toward the open water. Now I'm heading toward some pot buoys. Great. She'll wrap me up and that'll be it. I'm praying to god about not letting me lose this one and making all the usual promises that I'll never keep. Somehow we thread the needle and pass through the buoys. I finally bring the fish to the boat and she's as knackered as I am. A 38" pig of a fish. She musta been eating everything for the past few weeks. Nice and fat. So, I start the reviving process. This thing must have given her all as she would not revive. Wore all the skin off of my thumb moving her back and forth and finally after what seemed like 20 minutes she showed some life. It took longer to reveive her than to fight her. Finally she bit down hard on my thumb so I let go my grip but kept my thumb in her mouth just in case and she stayed there for about 30 seconds before turning head down and slowly made her way towards the bottom.
I continued fishing the rocks until 11:30 with one more 30" fish to show for it and went home.
Made the trip again around 4 as the wind had died down considerably. The seas were flat with an occasional roller but the fishing was slower than in the morning. I had nothing to show for it. Just a nice afternoon paddle. Headed back in around dark.
The flies for the day was a DNA bunker fly about 1.5" and a clouser. Tried a lot of different things but nothing else worked.
I'll be out again on Saturday but may go to Gloucester and Bass rocks first.
Tight Lines
Mike D.