Daily Fishing and Outdoor Report
Monday, September 10, 2007. Waves: Fairly strong 3-4 foot medium-period swell from departing Gabrielle. Water clarity: Excellent. Water temps: Toasty 75 to 77.
Ideal conditions today as winds remained light. A wholesale effort was made to cash in on the last day of fluking. Boats zipped out to very deep water and successes in some instances. Good fluking was also had near reefs. Here’s one success story:
“THREE PEAT!!!! Almost. No 7 seven pound fluke, but a 23.5" 5.26lb., 21" 3.76lb., and 19" 3.26lb. Actually lost a very big one, the 5 pounder was following the big one, the big one spit the jig and the 5 pounder hit it! And just like that its over. Best fluking ever and the season ends. Where do we find these "experts"? More fluke around then ever and they say there are no fluke. Too bad they aren't out there everyday looking at the facts instead of playing with their computer models. All the fluke had weakfish in their bellies, a blue I caught puked up a still live but tailless weakie too. TJ.”
Weakfish caught in Holgate today. Jack used live mullet to best a couple in the 20-inch class; midday and slack low tide.
Croakers in the surf, north to south. Not real numerous yet. Kingfish in goodly numbers but only at specific beaches.
Although we all agree that just being in Holgate makes it a good fishing day, it hasn’t really taken off as far as larger fish are concerned.
A decent showing of small fluke was in the suds over the weekend but from here on in that bite is off limits with the closing of the summer flounder season. By the by, I was told that you cannot even have a rod rigged for fluke once the season is kaput. That means curved hooks are verboten.
Not unexpectedly, bluefishing is hoping down toward the inlet. The problem is the blues are sub-cocktail, often mere one-pounders, only slightly above snapper size. There are some 2-3 pounders in the Rip during rising and higher tides. A baited hook means a bluefish bite, often within seconds of it hitting the water. Plugs get a rise from the slightly larger blues, though at a very slow rate.
Small stripers are out around the Nest and again near the final approach to the tip.
A couple keeper weakies were caught Monday at the west peninsula. They went for live mullet fished midday during slack low tide.
Over the weekend, boat-based partiers dominated the shoreline of the back cut. Those often heavily-geared folks – BBQ equipment, lounge chairs, games, even beer kegs -- disappear during the week and will go for good with the chillier air. No need mixing it up with them, even though they park right here we fish and collect bait. There is a new refuge sign placed right there, warning against certain activities. Another sign says, “No Dogs.”
Over at the Rip, slightly larger blues (cocktails) and a few kingfish have been taken. A slow go though.
Pieces of foam from wrecked boats are scattered along the beach toward the Rip, a grim reminder of the tragic boating accidents of late.
Weird sighting: I saw my first magnificent frigate bird as it flew northward over the west peninsula. What that huge bird was doing so far outside its Florida/Caribbean range was known only to that wayward flier but best of luck to him – and his buddy, Chessie, the wayward manatee.
I was very surprised this morning to find the South West winds had shifted to South East at under 5 MPH - what a difference. When I wandered up to the beach this morning to check out the conditions before lugging up the fishing gear, I quickly realized the weed has subsided, the water was still chocolate looking but very improved. When I chatted with an angler already on the beach he had had a couple of hits, so back I went for the rods & cart. I had number of hits, but most all were before the tide change. I caught my first croaker of the year and saw two other anglers also catch a croaker. I also caught two little spots on the kingfish rig. That was it for over five hours of fishing on one very perfect beach day. The water temp was 68 degrees early this morning, but back up to 73 degrees and the chocolate water had disappeared by the time I left the beach at about 1:00.
(Spots? Wow. You know that might actually answer a question dating back to last spring, when folks were getting their bait pecked away to nothingness by some mystery biters. At the time we assumed either blowfish or kingfish. As you might know, down on the Outer Banks the spot drive swash anglers crazy as bait stealers of the highest order. Being a swash angler of the highest order, when visiting Duck or Corolla I drop down to hooks that are small by even freshwater standards. Spots galore. And none too happy when they were called into duty for drum fishing. J-mann)