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Fight Like Meat

There is no known reason for a trout to be in this pond. It is a warm water pond of municipal park vintage with no appreciable depth, a small battery of largemouth and one billion bluegill.

The bluegill hit flies when the sun is out and are at the ready when a lunchtime bend is needed. The bass have seen too many lures to let their guard down often, but when they do the results ripple through the entire containment.

In October a truck shows up full of trout and people line the banks and fill buckets. They are typically cleaned out within days, their long term prospects on par with the tank lobsters at the diner.

Honestly, from my vantage point I thought it was a bass. I had on a bluegill popper but cast it over and watched the fish turn and slash.

I waited for the jump but the fish rolled on its side like an omega dog and let me pull it to the bank.

Somehow it survived the winter I guess but I still don’t like its prospects.

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Too Much Of Everything

Before the fish is even at hand, thinking about the next one. Getting that one off and getting out there again before it all dies down.

The fish at hand might feel debased by it all, if it even had a cerebral cortex, but as such it’s probably OK just being not dead.

Sorry about that. As Snoop says it, “You gotta get yours but fool I gotta get mine.”

To steal some lines from another song, Too much of everything is just enough.

It’s On, Sort Of

The water outside the inlet looked glassy and the rain bait made audible splashes as they circled together and jumped to escape pursuit. Bluefish caused this. They appeared as bright flashes when they turned sideways and slashed through the tiny fish with their mouths open. Once in a while one would break the surface with its forked tail. Then everything would go down but fish oil slicked on the surface and the water glittered from the refraction off thousands of tiny free-floating scales. Evidence of dismemberment.

 

 

One bait ball remained tight and we idled over to it and I witnessed something I had never seen before. The rain bait pulsated and we made casts around the edges and waited for the thump. Something peeled away from the bait ball and followed my fly but it was not quite right. It swam lazily behind right up to the boat, and another followed and they were red and clumsy and did not eat. We moved closer and watched as two dozen of their  kind fanned their pectorals and jacked the bait. Sea robins.

Hey man, this is the ocean. Everything eats everything, and everything’s looking for a reason to go off.

PROMO: Montauk Rocks, T&T

Some friends are involved in things of a promotional nature, and I’m going to mention them here:

MONTAUK ROCKS

Richard Siberry, a photographer and videographer and beach junky, is seeking financial backing for his much-anticipated Montauk Rocks movie through Kickstarter.

T&T RODS

Matt Smythe, of Fishing Poet, is working social media for Thomas & Thomas rods, which is giving away a free rod to one random person who “likes” them on a social media platform.

That is all.