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Friday, October 22, 2010: Burn this report. Why? I fished all a.m. with nary a sighting of fish or bait. That said, the recent series of bluefish semi-blitzes have been kinda afternoon affairs. So a…

Friday, October 22, 2010:

Burn this report. Why? I fished all a.m. with nary a sighting of fish or bait. That said, the recent series of bluefish semi-blitzes have been kinda afternoon affairs. So a negative report now (midday) could be blown off the map with yet another barrage of bluefish.

Interestingly, the blues in this current barrage have seemingly moved in from the east, not the north. The hooking lit up along all of LBI at pretty much the same time, as opposed to the many times we have easily tracked the movement of the blues from north to south.

Mid-Island seemed graced with the most slammers but that could be due to the greater number of anglers there.

Speaking of fishing pressure, a truckload of working-guy anglers took today off to sneak down the shore. They’re obvious fretting a bit as rods do nothing exciting but I still have to think there might be a bit of a push of both bass and blues late this afternoon.

The big difference/problem today is the utter flatness of the ocean, due to honking offshore winds. In fact, it might not be until the winds swing hard south over the weekend before any more organized bites show. However, this is the time of year when fish go crazy within hours of the south wind stirring the ocean.

I should jot that along with Ray S.’s outstanding striper quite a few other better bass came to light the past couple days. These were all rogue fish, which is a very good thing. Rogue fish are larger.

I recently wrote on the possibility of 90-pound bass being right under our noses and got word from a researcher that 80-pounders have also been caught in science nets. Combine those with the 92-pounder documented in Maryland and there’s no need to even remotely give up on bettering that Ray striper.

I was telling some folks about the way Ray’s board-topping fish understandably rattled him, as he hauled the cow up on the sand. I know I was shaking when I caught a 50 years back. I then medically factored in the possibility of a 90-pound striper being hauled ashore. Hell, if a 50-pounder sends most of us into near-shock, I’m guessing a 90-pounder would simply kill us right on the spot. “The good news is he broke the world record, the bad news …”

I was talking with a freshwater angler buying a house on LBI and gearing for a switchover to saltwater. I had actually given him some earlier email advice on start-up equipment, mainly a decent meat stick and also a multipurpose plugging and light bait rod. On Monday he lost a plug to a monster bluefish and offered me something of a blow-by-blow on how he had fought the fish by the book – just the right line pressure, a drag working perfectly, walking the fish down the beach.

Since he had fished huge world-class pike in both the U.S. and Europe, he was well versed in taking on ferocious fighters. Hearing his tale, and how he was using a 6-inch steel leader (also lost), I offered him insights into pack-mentality bluefish. In fact, he felt somehow vindicated when I explained it very likely wasn’t the hooked blue that broke his line but one of its ravenous cohorts trying to get in on whatever his buddy had hanging out of his mouth, biting wildly as anything that moved, including that leader. I’ve always thought the swivel or loop on the tag end of a steel leader is dark enough to present a target to another fish, especially when that leader is thrashing madly about. He asked what the solution is and I explained it’s either go leaderless and hope the blue takes enough of the plug as to not present his buddies with a dangling target, or simply take your chances of a bite off with a steel or heavy mono leader.

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