Catch Date: Not Specified
Story Date: 08/25/2015 20:20 PM
Location: Long Island NY
I was in the mood for driving the beach to one of my “bookmarks” to fish the darkness. I have a habit of saving the spot where I catch fish to Google maps so I can revisit “the spot”. It also helps me log my trips along with the various apps I use on my cell phone…I wasn’t really concerned about the beginning of the outgoing tide, the hot ocean water temps, North East blowing no more than ten, glass like one foot swells, or the fact that there was tons of Fluke candy in the water. I needed to be on the water, looking at the stars as they poke through the lightly cloudy skies, with hopes of spotting another shooting star while I fish. I had a deprived urge that was now starving for the thrill of the hunt for stripers and blues. It had been too long since I last took a long cast, and felt the hit of a fish…along with a battle of wills, and the need to stay alive depending on who’s perspective you’ve just envisioned.
Picture me pacing the room chomping at the bit if you will because I stay prepped waiting for 12AM to strike lifting “the ban”. I checked with Joe earlier that day to see if he’s up for a late night on the water but he was “shot”. My wife didn’t even put up a fight when I woke her up to tell her I’m going fishing…QT with the family on vacation paid off! On our last vacation to VA I hid two rods in the truck, and snuck out one night to the pier…that didn’t go over so well so lessen learn. I didn’t really plan on staying out too long due to the fact that catching a fish in this heat during the day has proven more than difficult from shore especially…this was supposed to be a night time trip only. I took my 11’ Battalion as my primary and loaded up the 9’ Prevail as backup and I was off!
By the time I arrived at the lot, aired down to 20psi, drove the beach trying to stay clear of the water that is so close by the path, parked between two campers, and walked 652’ West so that I’m right on the spot where I’ve caught some nice bluefish I missed the slack water that I wanted to cast my Tsunami 9” heavy weighted sand eel into that deep water close to shore. Joe and others have caught bass on this same piece of beach. This spot usually is a low tide bite but again I was not concerned about that. I am still trying to get a night time hit on my tension lure putting its versatility to the test so I started with that. I cycled through the bag in two hours taking three to five cast with each lure…nothing.
Now that gave me the rare impression that there is no fish in this piece of water. With daylight starting to make its presence known I decided to walk to some structure I saw on the map to see if the water conditions change. Yes it did but still no hits. By the time I got back to my truck and packed it in the campers was waking up, and so was Joe. I spoke with one of them shortly as he asked me what time did you get here? When I told him he said “oh you’re a diehard” in my head I said aren’t we all but I was unsure how he would take that being we don’t know each other from Adam. I just smiled, and then checked a text from Joe about his fluke plans. I asked the camper where you catching anything last night? “Yeah we caught four 4’ sharks” suddenly my rare suspicions was confirmed or at least plausible…Note to self; keep track of where the people that get a thrill out of catching sharks are fishing and forget about trying to catch bass/blues in those same waters.
I decided to make a small move while Joe eats his breakfast. So I hop in the truck and off I go…I ended up taking a wrong turn behind the dunes so now I’m lost on deep, not driven as often, soft sandy ruts so you know what came next right…I’m STUCK for the second time this season…sand 2 CR-V 3 thanks also to one of my lower skid plates that got mangled on my first attempt on the sand due to someone leaving wood sticking up out of the rut, and it’s now preventing forward and revers motion because it’s buried. I’ve been in this position before and knew how to get out. I took my shovel out, cleared sand from the front skid plate, wheels, and chassis. But this lower skid plate needed to be cut off in order to move. I’m a just in case kind of guy so I had a hand held sawzall blade in my 4x4 storage bin I keep in the back. I cut that bad boy off and got out under my own power! By this time Joe was finally ready to go fluking so I left to give that a try. Skunked!