The wind was howling and the rain was coming down in sheets this past Saturday afternoon. Nevertheless I could not resist an overwhelming urge to head down Cape and do some surfcasting.
I pulled my truck into the parking lot and was greeted by a chilly 30 mph wind out of the northeast. It was 1:15pm and high tide would be happening at around 2:45pm, so I had made it just in time.
A misty bank of fog was hanging over the horizon. To my left, a lone boat sat on its mooring, getting pummeled by the waves. The temperature with the wind chill was probably in the low 40's and I could feel the sting of the cold on my fingertips.
I had heard that some larger bass in the 40 inch class had arrived in spots throughout the Cape & Islands. Despite the difficult conditions I was hopeful that I might encounter some good action.
I made my first cast of the trip as the wind blew rain into my face . My topwater pencil popper skipped quickly across the face of the waves as I attempted to make the lure appear as if it was a wounded baitfish.
Midway through my first cast a whitewater explosion erupted on the lure as a big striped bass made a go for the plug. The bass went completely airborne but somehow it missed the hooks.
At least I knew the fish were here!