North Shore

Finicky tuna is the story of the week.  Lots trying, few succeeding.

Webfoot summed it up:

Today was unbelievable. Headed out mid-morning, southeast of Cape Ann. I can’t even describe how many pods of tuna were out there. Hundreds. However, the fish were extremely picky….In fact, we tossed poppers, metals, plugs, storms, jigs, etc… and the fish totally ignored every offering. I’m talking 50-60 legitimate shots. Nada.  My belief is that the bait was so thick out there that the fish were not even noticing what we were throwing. The only time we hooked up was trolling a deep braid runner. But I think it was a freak occurence, because this fish was much bigger than those schooling on the surface. Anyone else noticing this picky behavior?

Bass3Six had this from Salisbury Beach (but it could be just about any ocean facing beach on the North Shore…

Just got in from some fall run striper carnage at it’s finest. 

After spending each morning this week on a slow, sometimes steady, morning pick of blues and twinkies, Mother Nature decided to be kind to me this morning, after some initial frustration of fish everywhere, but minimal hook ups.

Clouds and clouds of 2 inch peanuts were getting slaughtered…..but these feeding frenzy fish wouldn’t reliably take my offerings. That just doesn’t happen to m every often. I am spoiled…if there is carnage, I am usually successful. What the heck is going on?
An occassional 26-30 inch fish…but only like one for every 15-20 casts.
These fish were truly hitting a specific size bait.

I walked/wade along looking into the rolling, crystal waves against an emerald background (Damn it, I wish I had brought a video camera or digital camera….could have had some great footage/pix) to watch hundreds, really more like thousands of stripers headed south. Every now and then all hell would break loose….waves would come crashing onto the beach, filled with peanut bunker confetti…stripers rolling, veeering, crashing EVERYWHERE! Seagulls were going nuts, too.

As my frustration grew from my minimal success hooking up….suddenly I am surrounded by clouds of 3" peanuts, I can’t even see the sand on the bottom…and just so happen to be the size of my trusty herring colored Megabait spoons….stripers over 3 feet by the hundreds have found the peanuts…IT IS ON….in front of me, behind me, all around, every direction…finally hooking up almost every cast for an hour…only witness was a friendly golden retriever who waded out to see what in the heck I was doing.

I finally had to quit…I couldn’t cast/reel any longer….shoulders, arms and neck are toast….rest a bit and just watch in awe.

If I never get to fish again or if I were to keel over and croak today, atleast I will temporarily have a smile on my sour puss.
Words really can’t do this morning justice. It is not the total of fish, nor the size of the fish….for this morning, I will always remember looking into the clear ocean waves, with their green backgound, watching stripers heading south.

It ain’t sbft, it ain’t albies or bonito….it was just mighty fine fall run striper fishing.

Finman had this earlier in the week:

Was out in front of Dane st beach in the yak at dead low at sunset.
large schools of peanut bunker being harassed by large numbers of schoolie bass and maybe blues too. Very difficult to get them to hit unless you had a smallish white fly that you sort of let sit there.
The fish were in 1-4 feet of water up and down the beach. I’m guessing tonight should be good too.


Mark N. Cahill has been writing and editing for since 1995. He started fishing in the mid-1960's and caught his first striper off World's End in Hingham in 1966. From there on in it was an obsession. He loves fishing for tuna, and fly fishing for striped bass. In a pinch, anything with fins will do...

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