09-06-2019, 09:39 PM
[#0000ff]Last Tuesday, BLK (allegedly) really hammered the cats off Lincoln Beach. He graciously offered to show me his secret spot and introduce me to an endless horde of big hungry cats. So I joined him in his BLK Maru at 6:30 and we headed out.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Air temp was 64 and water temp was about 10 degrees warmer. Lots of leftover clouds from last night's thunder bumper brigade. A nice red sunrise. You know what they say about that. And the water was still a bit murky from the accompanying blow. But I knew BLK wouldn't steer me wrong, so I rode shotgun in his boat with bait on my breath...or however that goes.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]We arrived at the mark BLK had put on the water on his last trip and began working fligs and chubs. And working. And working. Nada. Hardly a blip on the sonar screen and no bendo on the rods. But I still believed...and hung in there. It was over an hour before I let him catch the first one. A measly cookie cutter...but a fish.
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[#0000ff]In anticipation of a good day to test some new fligs and rigging I was dragging some different stuff. I might as well have not even had my lines in the water. There were just no fish in that area. Only rarely a small blip on sonar and usually they had closed mouths and middle fins upraised.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]We made some big S turns and tried shallower and deeper. We finally found a semi zone...with a couple of fish...both of which munched BLK's perple purch flig...not what I was using.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I finally tried a new way of rigging a big whole chub and scored several cats in quick succession...at least over a period of less than an hour. One was a catitude kitty of about 27 inches...my biggest of the day.
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[#0000ff]And then it dried up for both of us and we moved to another once "hot" area. Again, nada, zip, zilch. So after another half hour of washing fligs fruitlessly we opted to rocket out to an area off the point that is almost always productive...ALMOST. Took another hour or so of fruitless fligging until we finally got into a few more before hanging it up. One was another daddy cat...caught by BLK on one of my fligs...using one of my chubs. This one was another 27 incher but looked like it had lost a few rounds with a meat tenderizer. The front section of his head was pretty chewed up.
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[#0000ff]I think the weather was a contributing factor to the slowdown in action today. That rock and roll storm last night had to have unsettled a few fish and probably made them move elsewhere. Happens a lot. And then today the wind direction kept changing from east to west to south, etc. And alternately becoming strong enough it became problematic with controlling the boat. Add to that the intermittent rain cells that blew in and we did enjoy some "variable" conditions.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Still, as always, a good day on the water with good company. As we both agreed, it was better than staying at home and watching TV...or almost anything else not fishing.
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[#0000ff]Air temp was 64 and water temp was about 10 degrees warmer. Lots of leftover clouds from last night's thunder bumper brigade. A nice red sunrise. You know what they say about that. And the water was still a bit murky from the accompanying blow. But I knew BLK wouldn't steer me wrong, so I rode shotgun in his boat with bait on my breath...or however that goes.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]We arrived at the mark BLK had put on the water on his last trip and began working fligs and chubs. And working. And working. Nada. Hardly a blip on the sonar screen and no bendo on the rods. But I still believed...and hung in there. It was over an hour before I let him catch the first one. A measly cookie cutter...but a fish.
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[#0000ff]In anticipation of a good day to test some new fligs and rigging I was dragging some different stuff. I might as well have not even had my lines in the water. There were just no fish in that area. Only rarely a small blip on sonar and usually they had closed mouths and middle fins upraised.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]We made some big S turns and tried shallower and deeper. We finally found a semi zone...with a couple of fish...both of which munched BLK's perple purch flig...not what I was using.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]I finally tried a new way of rigging a big whole chub and scored several cats in quick succession...at least over a period of less than an hour. One was a catitude kitty of about 27 inches...my biggest of the day.
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[#0000ff]And then it dried up for both of us and we moved to another once "hot" area. Again, nada, zip, zilch. So after another half hour of washing fligs fruitlessly we opted to rocket out to an area off the point that is almost always productive...ALMOST. Took another hour or so of fruitless fligging until we finally got into a few more before hanging it up. One was another daddy cat...caught by BLK on one of my fligs...using one of my chubs. This one was another 27 incher but looked like it had lost a few rounds with a meat tenderizer. The front section of his head was pretty chewed up.
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[#0000ff]I think the weather was a contributing factor to the slowdown in action today. That rock and roll storm last night had to have unsettled a few fish and probably made them move elsewhere. Happens a lot. And then today the wind direction kept changing from east to west to south, etc. And alternately becoming strong enough it became problematic with controlling the boat. Add to that the intermittent rain cells that blew in and we did enjoy some "variable" conditions.[/#0000ff]
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[#0000ff]Still, as always, a good day on the water with good company. As we both agreed, it was better than staying at home and watching TV...or almost anything else not fishing.
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