Hit Damon's for the first part of incoming to see if the bass were slammin' the surface even in broad daylight.
Place was deserted on a Sunday. Two chunkers left empty handed when I arrived, ( Headed for the Nuke Plant,) and a plugger was leaving the mudflat. The plugger said he'd hooked at least ONE-HUNDRED HICKORY SHAD, and landed about half that many. I looked very closely, but Mr. Albino was nowhere to be found!
Worked the entire length of the mudflat to the green can, for only one follow. Waitied patiently at the east end of the flat for the fish to show, nothing visible anywhere.
It looked like the fish weren't going to show today, because it was already 2 1/2 hours past low, so I reeled in to try a different clouser. just as I was tying it on, the water exploded all around me! I mean fish were busting ten feet away from me in waist deep water! Throw the clouser back in the flybox, and tie on a popper. Cast 20' feet to the nearest breaking fish, and SLAM! Before I can even get my rod under my arm to retrieve, the fish hit. Five straight casts, slammed by five straight fish, two fish landed, and then it was over, as quickly as it started.
Whole thing lasted like two minutes. If I hadn't been lucky enough to be standing where I was, in the middle of changing flies, I would have missed the whole blitz.
Five minutes later, there were two more, " Mini-Blitzes," that I couldn't get to in time. Hung around about another hour, nothing anywhere.
No blitzes downstream, like on thursday, no birds working.
Went to Powder Point bridge, in time to miss blitzing fish there, fished the river in North Scituate and sacrificed two really nice deceivers to the fish gods for more nada.
Still, there is nothing like bass slammin' poppers right in your face!
Jay