Fishing threade

Unreal! Funny I subscribe to Seamoney on YouTube but didn't notice this vid

 

That was a common thing in NJ in the fall. That bait would get corralled between the jetties and it would be mayhem. I have never seen that happen on Delmarva I wonder why? Must be happening but I'm never there when it does.

 

That video is sweet! I never thought to jam a gopro in there. To fired up on catching I guess. Cool sh!t...

 

Great vid!

 

thats national geographic material

 

Unreal Video Mitchell

is that the old "thumb in the chum" move @ 3:08 crazy

Thanks for Sharing

 

Anyone getting anything big on Delmarva? Mitchell texted me that the DE state record striper was caught the other day. I have been going out and getting 15 + a day but all small and none bigger than 22 inches in the last two weeks. Fished this afternoon and boated 17 in 2 hours. The first 9 came in the first 15 minutes! Nothing over 18 inches.

 

looks like its unofficial as of yesterday.

http://www.delaware-surf-fishing.com/pending-new-delaware-striped-bass-record/

 

Wow, that's a monster. I'm gonna try the surf tomorrow with chunks and casting pockets with a tsunami eel. Should be good conditions with a little building swell and onshore wind.

 

I know I'm the odd man out on this, but I have NO INTEREST in landing a fish that big. A perfect fishing session for me would be a 28" bass on my first cast. Done. Go home, clean it, and fire up the grill. I'm a strictly one and done guy, spearing or fishing, with no interest whatsoever in "catch and release" fishing for sport.

I am in no way criticizing those who do it... it just doesn't hold my interest.

 

Yea... but that's one GOOD one! Lol!

 

Funny, I'm the exact opposite. My interest is only held by figuring out the puzzle. I like the hunt, trying to understand where they are, why and when is what gets me. The day I figure out how to go and catch a keeper on the first cast is the day I hang up my rods for good. It doesn't help that I don't especially like to eat fish and would prefer a crab, lobster, oyster or clams over a finfish anyday.

 

[video=youtube;oMtlGOr1hfk]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMtlGOr1hfk[/video]

 

I love to catch all the fish. I don't even eat fish. I'm strictly catch and release. Unless it's a trout then I usually give it to my dad. He loves trout. And *****es. Mostly loves *****es

 

I have certain areas that I have pretty much nailed down as in I could run a charter and get people on fish 9 out of 10 times with little effort. I know the Pocomoke river like the back of my hand. I can go there when it's covered in skim ice, break my way through and find the fish. From trial and error you just come to understand the patterns. Depending on species the coastal bays have very specific locations and presentations that work all year long. Last January there was a 2 day warm up and I went to a spot that I know the stripers hang out in cold weather. Sure enough they were there and I caught and released 25 fish in just under 2 hours. 44 degree water on an outgoing tide, full sun and 38 degree air.

I could never eat all the fish I catch, on most days I could half or fill a cooler with fish. Of course these would all be illegal fish since they are all friggin shorts, lol.

Btw Sara Jean cannot be real. Nothing that perfect exists in nature

 

Just watched this new video and found it of interest:

[video=youtube;CI_NO6Bckto]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CI_NO6Bckto[/video]

Unfortunately, I do not have much to add to this thread, simply because it seems to have been forever, since I went fishing. Much to my own amazement, I have never gone deep sea fishing, and it is something I have always wished to do, but have yet to coordinate it with others (intend to do so, before I die). I do not like to fish in lakes, finding it rather boring after a while.

I do love to night fish in the intracoastal, and used to do so quite a bit, whenever I dated anyone whom enjoyed fishing, with the occasional shoreline inlet fishing, as well. One taught me how to cast a net, and I would typically come up with sailors choice or finger mullet at that spot. The net was so big, he taught me to put it between my teeth to cast it, because I could not do it as he did.

I had been taught that dolphins liked mullet, and I heard a dolphin blow one night in the inlet, while on the very end of a dock. I had always kept a knife beside me, in the event I needed it. An old angler was in the middle of the dock, and my boyfriend, along with his friend, were close to shore.

I started reeling in my line like mad, and the old angler walked over to me with inquiry. I told him that I had heard the dolphin and had a finger mullet on my line, and so I was reeling it in, so that I would not get taken out to sea. He started laughing, this deep belly laugh, I will never forget it, and then explained to me that a dolphin would not mess with a finger mullet, elaborating that mullet grew to be MUCH larger. My panic ceased, and I began to laugh, as well. He later showed me some much larger mullet, lol.

My favorite fish to catch, thus far, has been the lady fish, because I like how they put up such a fight, jumping up out of the water or going under the boat or dock; however, one time, I had a much bigger fish on the line. To this day, I have no idea what it happened to have been.

It was many years after that first big fish story, and I was in the inlet with a young man and his brother. I was sitting in my chair, approximately 50' from the water, with my fishing pole in hand. Their fishing poles were both resting upon either side of the back of my chair, because they were arguing with one another about something.

The pole to my left snapped down hard, and off it went like lightening toward the water. I jumped out of my chair with a loud scream, running after it as fast as I could do so. I could hear each brother many steps behind me, doing the same, but I was much faster than both of them.

The pole made it completely into the water, before I could get to it, but I was only about five feet behind it. I knew the only chance I had was to make a dive for it, and so when my feet hit the water, I launched myself into the air. I landed upon my belly in about a foot of water, but I had managed to catch the very end of the fishing pole, just in time.

I quickly stood with the fishing pole, sand all down the front of me, even in my bikini (truly horrid). The reel was spinning at an unbelievable rate, but I caught it, giving just a little bit of pressure, as I began to reel it. That is when my boyfriend had the nerve to yank his fishing pole out of my hand!

THAT was MY fish!!! He immediately snapped the line, by yanking up on his fishing pole too hard, like an idiot! I shall never forget how angry he made me!

 

There was one other fishing escapade worthy of note, and I do believe it was the last time I went fishing. I was in the intracoastal on a small boat, with two men, in St. Augustine. The boat was just an old fishing boat, maybe 18'. We had been out all day, primarily catching reds, when we decided to call it day, because my boyfriend's friend had just caught a massive red, too big to keep, and we were beginning to get attacked by mosquitoes.

We were in a small cove on the west of the canal, when we discovered that we had lost the prop. My boyfriend soon announced that he did not have the spare aboard, and the tide had changed to outgoing tide. It was rather frightening, indeed, because we were far from civilization, and not too far from the sea. We sat there, trying to figure out what to do, because nobody came by after a good while.

He finally decided that we should try to cross the canal with an oar, because it was fast approaching dark, but the current was building, and he had only one oar aboard the boat. He was the captain, thus we agreed. All started out well.

We made it about halfway, when we began to have issues. He then took the anchor, went to the front of the boat and began to cast it, hauling it up each time. We slowly made progress, but it was dark by then, and we had still yet to see anyone.

He kept at it, backbreaking work, but did not complain. When we made it into shallow waters once again, on the east side of the canal, he began to use the oar in the same manner. The bottom was mush, and he was beginning to tire, and for some reason, I imagined the oar getting stuck, with him losing it. Oddly enough, that happened, only moments later, causing him to lose his temper, momentarily.

He went back to the anchor, safely getting us to shore. His friend went up to someone's backyard, knocked upon the door, asking to borrow the phone, and we soon had a ride. The lesson was learned regarding having the prop secured, a spare prop, and more than one oar.