Ryan Collins
This past Tuesday night I donned my bathing suit and hit the beach at 11pm in search of stripers.
The moon was nearly full, and it was shining brightly through the foggy mist and clouds. The wind was dead calm.
I quietly walked down the beach, making sure not to disturb anyone who may be sleeping in the nearby houses. After a 20 minute walk I arrived at the spot, hopeful that some fish would be home.
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I flipped on my headlamp and immediately noticed an extraordinary amount of baitfish in the water. Extremely small peanut bunker (pictured above) were everywhere!
I could hear bass slapping and crashing on the surface, as they gorged on the peanut bunker. I made my first cast of the night, feeling confident about my odds of provoking a bite.
Peanut bunker were bumping into my legs as I began my retrieve. The peanuts seemed to be attracted to the light of my headlamp, and soon I had hundreds of them in front of me.
I was not exactly "matching the hatch" but I still felt confident that any stripers in the area would be interested in biting my 9inch white Slug-Go.
It only took a few cranks of the handle, and a few twitches of my fishing rod tip, to entice the first striper of the night into striking the Slug-Go.
I suddenly felt a solid WHACK! on the end of my line and simultaneously heard a big splash coming from out in front of me.
I was hooked up and it was a decent size fish!
