The orange hue in the sky told me sunrise was on the way and it also gave me a little visibility as she came closer to the dead calm shore - I decided to go in for a visit!
Please practice catch and release , when you are sure that this great food will not be on your table.
Many baits are more renowned, eels, etc. but in the pre migration gluttony of a late Sept day, any surfcaster knows the power of scent to a hungry cow...
As adults with endless things on our minds our life has bits and pieces of many issues, that replace a good chunk of Passion. Passion is what picks up that first leg to begin the skipping.
Surf bag, 8ft rod and a funky green Penn spinfisher, boots and I am off.
I had only caught big stripers from boats and when my hung over confusion cleared, I realized my northern tarpon was of course a monster linesider.
Every time we needed a sure fire, break away touchdown, I would call the play we titled......TURBO.
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!
This place of almost limitless depth can be reached by boat from as close as 40 miles to sometimes over 100 and well beyond.
Six am is always cold in the dead of winter. and this was no exception. We both were ready. Full thermals...Huge boots, tested to -40 degrees.
Somewhere out of the winds....out of the waves...out of the rain...this would take ALOT of recall to remember a site with all those favorable variables.