Post by greenmonster on Oct 25, 2014 14:08:11 GMT -5
Today was a pretty darned good day. Only one fish landed but there was plenty of action to keep the fly rods bent. We were out at first light and had the first striper hit within the first hour. I missed that fish but gave him a string of expletives as he swam away. A few minutes later my buddy hooked up and landed his fish.
A few bites later, my line came tight and I was on. It is worth mentioning that, while I have hooked several, I have yet to LAND my own fish this year. It has been a very frustrating few months. So when I felt a solid hook set, I was downright giddy. Me being giddy is pretty comical, by the way. I fought her for a few minutes, but my (insert expletive) luck caught up with me. Inexplicably, hallway through the fight, she came unpegged.
The sun came up and things got quiet. My buddy had a nice bass nail his fly, but she spit it after a brief tussel. About the time we were ready to call it quits, he hooked up again ( yes, that is three to my one - lucky me). This fish was an absolute bruiser, completely abusing him. Drag screened and there was no turning this fish. He bee-lined for a downed tree a hundred feet away and there was an open slit in the water where the fly line sliced through it. Unfortunately, the fish made it to the tree before I could re- position the boat and the leader parted.
All in all, not too shabby. Lots of other fishermen out there, but we didn't see anyone else catching.
A few bites later, my line came tight and I was on. It is worth mentioning that, while I have hooked several, I have yet to LAND my own fish this year. It has been a very frustrating few months. So when I felt a solid hook set, I was downright giddy. Me being giddy is pretty comical, by the way. I fought her for a few minutes, but my (insert expletive) luck caught up with me. Inexplicably, hallway through the fight, she came unpegged.
The sun came up and things got quiet. My buddy had a nice bass nail his fly, but she spit it after a brief tussel. About the time we were ready to call it quits, he hooked up again ( yes, that is three to my one - lucky me). This fish was an absolute bruiser, completely abusing him. Drag screened and there was no turning this fish. He bee-lined for a downed tree a hundred feet away and there was an open slit in the water where the fly line sliced through it. Unfortunately, the fish made it to the tree before I could re- position the boat and the leader parted.
All in all, not too shabby. Lots of other fishermen out there, but we didn't see anyone else catching.