- Sat Jun 19, 2021 8:14 am
I haven't done this trip in two years, good friends I used to go with no longer make the trip because the fishing just ain't worth it, they come from the UK. Salt gear hasn't seen the light of day since the last trip, packed deep for the move out of Brooklyn. Come midwinter there was a faint dream that I might make the trip, but no real hope, never give up hope. Things worked out, time to dig out the grip.
Beautiful day for a drive, coffee hot, hitter box full, time to make tracks.
First stop, new wading boots and a chance to catch up with some old friends, great place, super service.
The landmark that says you have arrived.
The Ditch, never fished the Ditch. It produces large for those willing to battle it out, but I'm headed for calmer waters.
The hacienda, home base for the week. Supposedly the largest cherry tree on the Cape.
The casting lawn and hang spot.
Tea, it's a thing on the Cape, habit formed with the UK brethren and I'm not gonna temp fate by not doing tea.
But I came to fish and now it's time to sort through the grip I haven't seen in two years.
Managed a little time at the bench in preparation.
Got as the sun was setting, tides were lining up perfectly for me, middle of the night highs all week long. I rarely fish the daytime here, and when I do it's a casual thing with not much expectation, but the first mark is always a nighttime spot that drains a sizable area. The pattern holds true and the first customer likes the topwater offering.
First salt fish in two years deserves a small celebration.
Gotta fuel up for the nights.
Decided to get out a little early in the tide cycle and see what I could see.
More of the same, nothing large but consistent action, falling into the rhythm. Fish the night, home when the sun comes up, but since it's the end of the day for me, an little something to finish it off. Nothing like Scotch at 9 am to remind you it's a fishing vacation.
By now the rest of the crew has arrived and there are some serious cooks and clowns in the group. Northern New York venison on the menu tonight.
The cook also brought his project boat, I politely declined an invitation to the maiden voyage during a small craft advisory. They made it back alive.
Always important to have some comestibles around.
Nightime is the righttime, though nothing much larger seems to be hanging around.
Finally, something a little better.
Apparently I have reached my photo limit. To be continued.