Fred and I planned on fishing the Meadowlands for striped bass this coming Tuesday, until he found out he has to work, which might be a good thing, given the cold weather and the drive it takes to get there. We hope to go in April.
Reading Angler's Journal. Faraway places and not so far. Dorado in the Bolivian jungle interesting to contemplate, and to consider a lodge hundreds of miles from civilization back in the bush, locals from the forest holding guiding jobs and doing that with excellence, precision, and perfect English.
I think of the treats money can buy, but that doesn't denigrate so much nickel and dime fishing I do, nor the relative expanse of places like Hopatcong and Round Valley. Maybe I'll walk over to the pond on Monday and cast that bucktail spinner again, or else drive up the highway a mile to Bedminster Pond, but I think I'll wait until a really mild day for the latter. Fewer bass there, although the pond behind the units across the way suffered a fish kill not many years back. Ice thick, pond shallow.
We're away to Ocracoke, NC, in August. I'm on the fence--but leaning conservatively--about shelling out the money for an offshore charter. Boats travel a mere 10 miles or so to reach the Gulf Stream, so not a whole lot of a venture is spent getting there and back. Inlet fishing is excellent. But our biggest fish, so far, is a six- or seven-pound Sheepshead, and a six- or seven-pound cobia. On last occasion, big reds came in out during the time we visited, but on the day of our venture, we found none.
That's not to say catching 60 blues and Spanish mackerel on one of the charters wasn't a riot.
Reading Angler's Journal. Faraway places and not so far. Dorado in the Bolivian jungle interesting to contemplate, and to consider a lodge hundreds of miles from civilization back in the bush, locals from the forest holding guiding jobs and doing that with excellence, precision, and perfect English.
I think of the treats money can buy, but that doesn't denigrate so much nickel and dime fishing I do, nor the relative expanse of places like Hopatcong and Round Valley. Maybe I'll walk over to the pond on Monday and cast that bucktail spinner again, or else drive up the highway a mile to Bedminster Pond, but I think I'll wait until a really mild day for the latter. Fewer bass there, although the pond behind the units across the way suffered a fish kill not many years back. Ice thick, pond shallow.
We're away to Ocracoke, NC, in August. I'm on the fence--but leaning conservatively--about shelling out the money for an offshore charter. Boats travel a mere 10 miles or so to reach the Gulf Stream, so not a whole lot of a venture is spent getting there and back. Inlet fishing is excellent. But our biggest fish, so far, is a six- or seven-pound Sheepshead, and a six- or seven-pound cobia. On last occasion, big reds came in out during the time we visited, but on the day of our venture, we found none.
That's not to say catching 60 blues and Spanish mackerel on one of the charters wasn't a riot.
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