| ---Wherever they are
found, surf fisherman stand out from the great mass of everyday
pleasure anglers. Like the cowboys of the Old West, they are a
breed of men apart!


.......So tell me........or write to me, How many did
you tally before the fall run?.. Drop me a line and
give some of the details. You will see some great sagas that
were sent to me. I love other peoples adventures. This sept has been
spectacular.....I have tallied more huge stripers this sept.....than
any sept in memory. It makes me feel good to see such great
fish....in such numbers.Br sure to try and release the big ones ,if
you can! the other day it took me alongggg time to revive a 40" cow.
But when she swam off it made me feel as if i was sharing alll this
beauty..........and not trying to rule it. Even with all these
big fish,its still is THE FISHING.....that i like.....not just THE
FISH.....and so
WHITE NIGHT
One of the
pre-dawn duties of the sun, when you live on the ocean, is to wake you
up ..before it rises over the water! My brain hears its
call every morn and I wake with a robotic nature to go see the
event.......with rod in hand of course! It would be like leaving
one of my arms home.....it always comes along. The weather was
predicted to
be cloudy, and it was. Being an organized kind of guy.
which
is a very good trait in this sport, my gear was all ready for grabbing
and going. I always figured....why tie knots and swivels and
blah blah blah , when the guy next to you is already fishing, in the
prime time too! So I am a "carry and cast" kind of surf caster.
Because of my proximity to the ocean/fishing grounds, I usually
determine how im gonna dress and so on, by simply opening the front
door and looking at the ocean and feeling its morning breath. Its
breath felt oddly warm today......since it had been quite chilly
lately and the water had not been warming very well. I like
being comfortable when im out there. The waders seemed to
be a bit heavy for this air....but the rocky beach called for them...I
wore them.
I began the
wader waddle over to my spot and the orange ness of the moment was
pasteled by the cloudy skies. It was like walking into a
peach!
Open ocean has always amazed me by its moods. The very ocean
that 2 days ago was too rough to fish in ...was now like a pond in the
morning...with rising steam and all. PEACH
SKY'S
I faintly noticed some
birds doing some sort of diving, but many times I swear my mind makes
me see that. Every surfcaster has that happen. The
last remains of night had been chased out by the peach sky's....I
scanned the panorama for striper clues.
Barely a whisper
of a south wind moved my hair. But it was enough to push a
rolling bank of fog down the beach .....and right towards me. It was
fun watching it....So very dense and soft at the same time.
I Laughed, picturing the Pillsbury dough boy rolling down Humarock beach....But that's how it looked,UNTIL IT REACHED
ME!...At that point all I thought of was the sky on
9/11.......so
thick with smoke and clouds that the day became night.........WHITE
NIGHT! I had never ,ever, been in a fog this thick..not
inland....up on mountain....out in a boat..no where...not this thick!!!
Everything became everything..... and none of it was different! I
simply stood still, and thought about it..........its my nature
to do that.
South winds often bring warm, moist air into a region, possibly ending
a cold outbreak. As the warm, moist air flows over much water, dense fog often forms. Warm, moist air is cooled from below as
it flows over a colder surface. If the air is near saturation, moisture will condense out of the cooled air and form
fog. Which was exactly the case here and with the light winds, the fog near the
beach and water became thick and
reduced visibilities to zero. This is called advection fog
The thickest advection fog usually forms
during nights or early mornings, with light winds. The reason for this is that humid air
near the ground isn't mixed with drier air above. Usually, the fog
burns off during the day, but it can last for many days if it is thick
enough to block out the sun's light. The upcoming event with the fog is
what gave us those peach skies . "Advection" refers to horizontal air movements, such
as those that bring warm, moist air into a region. Advection fog is
very common during winter warm ups and early spring thaws and can
occur almost anywhere . this is the dense fog that can wreak havoc on
commuters and travelers and often causes major delays at airports. IT
was only wreaking havoc with my eyes this morning. It was
literally like WHITE NIGHT. I fish at night and know my range of vision under scant light conditions. At this point in
this advection fog .....my limitations were as severe as in the black
of night......WHITE NIGHT!
I know any outdoors man realizes that when one or more senses are
impaired...the others seem to become enhanced. Well I sure as
hell couldn't see a thing. so maybe a sip of coffee would taste extraaaa
good! The truth was that while I composed my old science lessons
on fog ....that I began to HEAR chop in the water.
Noise...splashing....movement...I began to hear , birds! I did
not need to hear any more. I knew what I heard. I'm a surf
caster. I reached for my plug bag.
Normally I wouldn't use a surface plug unless it were light
out.......but I guess it was light out ...in a way! It was so
foggy...........I had to bend way over to find where I put the bag...that's
no kidden! I found myself holding the snap swivel right up next
to my eyes. as if it were dark out. Simply an surreal event.
I had to listen for more splashing cuz I couldn't see it. I could
hear birds but no splashing.
Staring at the ground sand so I would know when I hit the waters
edge...I crept up to knee depth and let a 10 ft stick do its job.
I heard the plug splash....but no other ones. Poppers are fun to
work. They seem to be a really popular one with new timers because the
action is simple and varied is good. so even if the angler cant cup the
water with every tug , for his splash.......its ok ..cuz it just adds
to the distressed look of the plug. I also had a bait rod out and I
kept glancing over at it......hoping to detect any action in this pea
soup.
There was know doubt in
my mind that if I persisted in this white night. and kept casting. I
would lure the school to me and the fun would begin. Maybe some
doubt is good at times....they never struck the plug. .....But once
again...senses were enhanced by the void the fog left on my vision.
I heard the van stall whining from the waters edge just before my
umpteenth cast.
I like to strike bluefish very quickly. Their fearless feeding
tactics will cause them to ingest every thing if left to run with it.
This bluefish's intention was to visit Scotland...cuz it was
swimming in that direction......quickly. No need to set the
hook....just hold on.......ol chopper was well pierced. He ran
and jumped and splashed. well it sounded that way because I still could not
see a dam thing in this fog.
Fifteen minutes later.....I could definitely hear him splashing in the
foam.....just to my left. When I got to the point where I could
finally see this bull. and it was a bull!!!....I had to pull a tad
harder to drag him onto the sand in these wave less conditions. He
had swallowed the spiked rods bait...that extra pull allowed HIM a good
hard bite on the 50 lb mono leader..and he was gone!
No more birds.......no more casts........no more noise....just the
soft southerly breath of morning......keeping the
white night
in place for the time being. It was as if it was the fish and I
and no one will ever know we met.............until now.!!
FIND FOG AND FROLICALLY FISH ,.WHITE NIGHT....Striper Mike
Foggy
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