It was a fly-fisherman’s dream day. And what better way to enjoy it than being in the water, wading with feeding fish. While I thoroughly enjoy fishing from my boat or kakay, nothing quite beats catching fish in the surf with a fly rod while immersed in the fish’s element.
I thought about what exclamation might best describe my last few outings with the fly rod. I could simply just say, “WOW”! Or perhaps, “Extraordinary or even “Sensational.” But I think rather than one word the following sentence may do the fishing justice: “Two days of great bass fishing, out of what is some of the best spring striper fishing I have experienced in more than a decade.” And that might be an understatement!
Rewind to the other morning on the Sound. After playing around with some hickory shad and a few small bass I put on the hiking shoes and took a long walk – fly rod in hand. As I crested a high point of land all that came to mind was “Holy Striped bass, Batman!” As far as I could see east and west, bass were slapping on sand eels. Many of the fish were a fly rod cast away off the beach and my pace quickened to meet those rises. The first cast with my favorite sand eel pattern brought a hard strike after three short strips of line. I ended the ensuing tussle with the first of many bass - a solid 35-inch linesides. Time to get serious. I followed those fish up and down the beach for eight solid hours, and they were in a mood to play. I am not sure of the final tally, but it was a lot, including stripers up to 37-inches, and many fish 28-inches or better - all taken on flies. But the best part of the day was releasing them back to rejoin the fracas. The few times the bass got a bit finicky all it took to get them back on the bite was to downsize the pattern slightly and changeup the hackle color combinations. I just alternated between light and dark colors and flies of between three and five inches in length. It was a magic day. I can nly hope that I will be blessed with many more!
I thought about what exclamation might best describe my last few outings with the fly rod. I could simply just say, “WOW”! Or perhaps, “Extraordinary or even “Sensational.” But I think rather than one word the following sentence may do the fishing justice: “Two days of great bass fishing, out of what is some of the best spring striper fishing I have experienced in more than a decade.” And that might be an understatement!
Rewind to the other morning on the Sound. After playing around with some hickory shad and a few small bass I put on the hiking shoes and took a long walk – fly rod in hand. As I crested a high point of land all that came to mind was “Holy Striped bass, Batman!” As far as I could see east and west, bass were slapping on sand eels. Many of the fish were a fly rod cast away off the beach and my pace quickened to meet those rises. The first cast with my favorite sand eel pattern brought a hard strike after three short strips of line. I ended the ensuing tussle with the first of many bass - a solid 35-inch linesides. Time to get serious. I followed those fish up and down the beach for eight solid hours, and they were in a mood to play. I am not sure of the final tally, but it was a lot, including stripers up to 37-inches, and many fish 28-inches or better - all taken on flies. But the best part of the day was releasing them back to rejoin the fracas. The few times the bass got a bit finicky all it took to get them back on the bite was to downsize the pattern slightly and changeup the hackle color combinations. I just alternated between light and dark colors and flies of between three and five inches in length. It was a magic day. I can nly hope that I will be blessed with many more!
