Woke up Saturday morning and walked down to the spot that I have been
fishing all summer, since me and my dad went in on a vacation home for
the entire family. The place was silent which was unusual. I always
catch at least one or two schoolie striper bass on the last 2 hours of
the outgoing tide on my bad days and up to 12 on my good days. So I
tied my black deceiver which has been my killer fly pre dawn for the past
month.I have converted from spin fishing those magical sluggos to fly
fishing due in part to reading this BBs.
Three cast later I was starting to get nervous I usually have that first
14" or 16" schoolie by now. The next cast landed close the rocks that
I have always counted on to give up one or two fish. Then it happened
I felt a fish on the line not big but a fish as soon as I put pressure
on this fish it did something, it jumped this was no schoolie but my first
blue. Then it jumped again and less then 5 seconds later I was looking at
a frayed 12 pound leader . Ten more minutes produced 2 more hook ups all
with the same results.I don't make my own fly's and found the sport to
expensive for my taste so I packed my stuff and headed home.
Now that's the bad news. The good news was Saturday night went back to
the same spot I was not going to even fish that night.One hour latter
and no fish and the thoughts of heading home started popping into my head.
Then it happened I had a strike and I was into my usual 18" schoolie,
5 cast later and I had two more smaller fish. Then I cast one more
time to the rocks the same one's that had cost me 3 deceivers
that morning. The strike was hard and as soon as I set the hook
I new that it was a larger fish. The fish fought hard and 5 minutes
later I was looking at my first 30" keeper bass on a fly.
This might not be a big fish to some other guy's but it was a definite
mile stone in my sort stripper career.