
Bailey and I had been trying to get out on the water for a while now. In fact, for a couple of years we had been attempting to plan a striper fishing trip together. Unfortunately things just hadn't worked out for us to go. Luckily this past weekend, in spite of my strange work hours and his demanding schedule as a high school athlete, we were finally able to piece together a couple of days to make a trip to the beach for some nighttime striper fishin' fun.
The weather was hot and humid (and if you live anywhere near the mid-Atlantic states you know what I'm talking about)... The water was very warm,

Fortunately, it only took about an hour of fishing time for my doubts to be washed away on this trip... It was dark, the tide was slack, and I was tying an eel rig onto another rod when I heard the excitement in Bailey's voice as he said "Tobe, I got one on!" I turned around and saw his rod bent over with the drag screaming out. A couple moments passed as I scampered down the rocks to where Bailey was set up fighting his fish. By the time I made it down to him, the fish had finished peeling line off of his reel and was now busy thrashing around, throwing water on the surface of the inlet. By the size of the splashes and the deep sounding swirl of its tail we could tell it was a nice fish. A few minutes later, after a couple nice runs, a few nervous moments, and a lot of surface thrashing...Bailey's striper was up on the rocks. It was a beautiful, fat fish--measuring 34 inches long and weighing 15.5 pounds on my boga grip--not a bad way for a budding striper angler to start out. His first fish and it's a keeper... A nice one at that! We decided this fish would be a good one to keep for the dinner plate as it had swallowed the hook. And boy, were we right--Deeelicious! :)

Until my next entry, thanks again for reading and I hope you guys and gals enjoy your time on the water as well.





Way to go Bailey!!! Finally someone who can outfish Toby!!
ReplyDeleteHey! :) He did show me a thing or two on this trip... Much like my wife, Marianne--"the Flounder Pounder." She out fishes me all the time! ;-)
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