The entire MFCC crew and I had arrived at the previous evening's hot spot just as the sun crept above the horizon. As a group we had walked 45 minutes in darkness, through woods and along a cliff, to get to this spot at this very moment.
I could see several birds hovering over water no deeper than two feet. The birds were quite adamant about diving and grabbing one of the small fish trapped in shallow. Based on their actions I figured peanut bunker were still in the area.
Ryan Turcotte was the first to settle in and make a cast.
30 seconds later and he was hooked up!
This was a good start to the morning.
Jim Murphy, who was next to Ryan, was the next to hook up.
Jim had positioned himself nicely in a very "fishy" area. There was a swift current sweeping by Jim's position, and bait and bass were feeding in the rip water just offshore.
I believe just about everyone hooked a fish over the course of the next 30 minutes, if my memory serves me correct. The bass were small but they were aggressive and fun.
At least we had some life, in the same exact spot as the night prior.
Big Bass Territory
The fishing did not turn into the blitz of the previous evening. Small bass were here and there, showing occasionally on the surface, but no big feeding frenzy or anything like that.
So I decided to embark out on my own, and explore some of the "big bass territory" that existed just down the shoreline and around the corner.
The scenery was spectacular and with so many rocks and fishy-looking areas, I figured it was only a matter of casts until a 20lb or larger bass would finally show herself.
So I left fish to find fish (always a questionable move!) and began exploring and fishing a stretch of shoreline which striped bass have called home for thousands of years.
