We spoke on the phone last weekend, and he explained that because of work and family obligations he wouldn’t be able to swing it. He followed that up with, “I can probably do a day trip if you want to fish for stripers. You free this Friday?”
He sent me a link with directions to a boat ramp I’d never been to, and told me to meet him there at 5:45 AM.
We motored out and Cornholio found a bait ball. It wasn't by accident. He's spent countless days out on these waters paying his dues.
He grabbed a ten weight rigged up with a pole dancer, made a couple of casts, had a striper come up and destroy it, and landed the first fish of the day.
(Credit SOBF School of Photography)
I was fishing an eight weight with a sinking line, and I’m guessing Cornholio landed a couple dozen fish or so before I finally brought one to hand. It would be my only fish of the morning.
He is one fishy motherfucker.
The tide receded as the morning progressed, and around 11:00 AM we motored back to the launch.
I figured we’d trailer the boat, drink a few beers, have some lunch, and then head home, and so it surprised me when Cornholio suggested we try another spot.
I followed him through a series of backroads I’d never driven before until we arrived at a little out of the way boat launch.
Cornholio put the boat in while I got started on lunch, and we were back on the water at 1:45 PM.
Cornholio’s war chest.
I picked up a couple more, including my best striper ever, before we headed back in.
Thank you, Cornholio, for an incredible day!