The last Cape Cod fish report I published talked about trekking through marshes, woodlands and boulder fields to find areas holding schoolie striped bass. In this respect today was no different - just a heck of a lot colder.

The temperature today might of hit 50 degrees, but the lack of sun and brisk breeze made it feel much colder. This rang especially true where I fished this evening, because the entire area was exposed to the cool East/Northeast breeze.

I was eager to fish the open beachfront today, yet in the back of my mind I knew it was still too early. The weather also made me think twice about hitting the open beach. Instead I opted to target the estuarine environment, in hopes that holdover stripers would be active despite the cold weather.

If I have learned one thing over the years it is that striped bass are fickle creatures. One day they are in one spot, then the weather changes and they disappear. Or a school moves into an area, then the tide changes and the fish are nowhere to be found. If you fish for striped bass then I am sure you can relate.

Nevertheless you are guaranteed to not catch a thing if you do not at least give it a shot. This was my mindset as I set off today around 4pm.

Cape Cod Fish Report for April 22

To reach serene bends in the creek like the one above, you best be ready to get muddy, bushwhack and check yourself for ticks. The catch is that these fishing spots are often the most productive at this time of the season. While we wait for the first real big push of bass, these areas will contain holdover stripers that have spent the winter here on Cape Cod.

If you suffer from cabin fever like I do, then the best remedy I know of is to find these pools of life and play around with holdover schoolies. Not only is it fun, but odds are you will be the only angler for miles, which I find refreshing.

To reach today's area I trekked through marshlands, brush and briar bushes. I went past a gaggle of geese, a dover of ducks and an old kayak someone had forgotten about in the woods.

The wind began to back off as I threw my first cast into the muddy, shallow bend in the river.

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