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I still get an nice rush from catching a 17 7/8 inch Striper on a plug. It's a good thing, because  legal sized fish have been tough  to find for all of August. I have still managed to have a great time. A night out at the shoal meant non stop action with the sub legals. It was great to introduce an old friend, Bob Murphy, and his boys to the wonders of plug fishing. They had driven out from NW Washington once before, but the boat was in the shop and we were skunked. So it was a great feeling to see his little guy, George, boat 7 beauties which somehow took top prize for the most fish. He tells his dad he will be back in October when the "big ones are running".

On Friday night I finally picked up a real nice 26 that hopefully marks the beginning of fall fishing. So tonight, I was real excited to get out there. I waited until the sun was setting and anchored up a little to the left of my buddy Dave. It was a perfect night after a very hot and humid day. The bay was flat with a strong incoming tide. As I was leaving the dock, a DNR boat had passed me entering the creek. Since it was past 7 and the creek was completely void of boat traffic, I thought it a bit odd. Fast forward a half hour and Dave yells over that we are about to be checked by the DNR guys from earlier. REALLY, one of the nicest nights of the year and these guys are going to do Safety Checks on three boats anchored in 2 feet of water just as the bite was kicking in. It is my belief that the bigger fish are drawn to the sound of Papa Dogg's melodious "click click" sound. So lets just say I was not a happy camper. I watched as Dave was harrassed for a good 5 minutes, and prepared what  I knew they would ask for. I was running my Go Pro the whole time, which my readers may find interesting. It is really sad how the DNR has morphed into a quasi police force who spend very little time actually protecting the bay and its precious resources. A dad fishing with his boy or a Man with his dog at sunset on Labor day is what this country is all about. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. It is sad that we must give up those rights the second  we push away from the dock.

A future #1 collegiate fisherman.

First good fish in a month

Summer Update

One of the 20's

It has been a long time since my last post. That is partly due to laziness on my part, but mostly due to the wind. There has only been a handful of nights since May that it was not blowing at least 10 knots out on the shoal. It does not take much wind to stir up 4 foot of water and the resulting chop. So most nights I have either thrown plastic, which is like kissing your sister, or just bagged it altogether. It has also been extremely humid, so it been hard to motivate myself.

The last two nights have actually been perfect. The wind finally died down and the humidity is gone for now. As far as fishing goes, it has been a ton of fun. Both nights I lost count early and had steady action all night on Papa Dogg. Every cast resulted in multiple blow ups. Most of the fish were in the 16 to 17 inch range, but I did manage a 20 each night. The good topwater nights are just getting started and I look forward to the mid 20's fish moving in. Both nights the tide did not reverse until 2 1/2 hours after low tide and the fish were hitting just north of the rock piles.

Been a long long winter

The best thing about living on Thomas Point Road is the close proximity to the shoal. A miserable winter has been followed by an equally miserable spring. We had 4 solid days of torrential rain last week, so I figured it would be the end of May before the bite would turn on. I have hit the shoal as often as the weather permitted, but have not even seen a baitfish.

My friend Jeff from work asked me to take him and his buddy Bob fishing on Saturday. I was actually dreading the outing, since I had yet to even catch a dink. The trollers have been doing well, but the thought of light tackle with plugs and plastics seemed like trying to find a needle in a haystack. It was  a nice day with a light breeze and sunny skies. We left the dock around 8 am and anchored up at "the spot". There has been an ongoing argument on Tidal fish about spot burning. Readers of this blog know that I am more than willing to do the work, so that those who can only get out periodically, can enjoy the splendor of a striper exploding on a plug. Striper fishing is not like fishing for largemouths. The fish are constantly on the move, so the idea of burning a spot, is really no big deal. It's all about patterns. Thomas point shoal is quite large, so its more important to adjust your position to both underwater rock structures and the movement of the tides. One of the guys who fishes the rock pile that I frequent, went so far as to place a marker right on the rock pile. It really does not bother me one bit. I will admit that it can get a bit crowded in Sept and Oct , but I love watching others get their first blowup. So anyway, after a solid hour of casts, I decided to shoot across the bay to give Poplar Island a try. The tide finally started moving around 11 and Bob immediately picked up a nice 26 filled with eggs. We were about 30 yards off the rocks in 10 feet of water on the north shore using 9 inch BA's with a 3/4 ounce candy colored jig head. That was it for the day. Still I was thrilled to get the skunk off the boat.

I left the dock at 5:30 tonight. Low tide was predicted for 6:30. Since the tide was barely moving, I never dropped anchor and moved around quite a bit. Fished just about every point up the South River as far as the Rt. 2 bridge. Again, not even a baitfish. As the sun was setting, I made my way back to the shoal. The tide was still going out, so I moved north of "the spot" and drifted south. Amazingly, just as I hit the spot where I normally anchor, a huge Mama slammed Papa Dogg, and I finally boated my first fish of the year....a good month and a half late.

 A selfie with my 28

Bob's 26

My backyard last week.

Bye Bye Baby

We are taking my youngest daughter Grace back to school in the am, so tonight it was just her and I. Grace, Mark and I have fished a lot together over the past month. Thoreau said "Some men fish their whole lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after". While I am not one of those men, sometimes the fish take on a little too much importance. Fishing has been great on a relative basis. There have been acres of 14-17 inch fish all over the shoal. Every night, without exception, we lost count of the number of fish landed within the first half hour. The problem has been that the larger fish have, for the most part, stayed out of the fray. This has been a problem when fishing with my buddies who also fish for a living :). Dabs in particular, has been itching to move into deeper water and actually use all that expensive electronics gathering dust up front in the cabin. Thats just not me. I am all about the perfect topwater night. I was pleasantly pleased when our father daughter night was one of the best of the year. We left the dock it almost felt like fall. The air was crisp and clean, with none of the humidity that has plagued us the past few weeks. I actually had on my Gupta jacket (family joke). There was nice breeze, so the water was not like glass, but it was fairly flat due to the dead low tide. When I anchored, we were only in two and a half foot of water. There were already 4 or 5 boats anchored and several more trolling, so we moved in closer to the point than "the spot". Since the water was so shallow, Grace was bumping the rocks on each cast, so we switched her over to a Papa Dogg. She loves topwater, but is not a fan of pulling 2 sets of treble hooks out of a flopping fish. It's hard to blame her after taking many a hook in the thumb over the years. So our last night of the summer would be spent tossing our Dogg's into a perfect sunset with multiple blow ups on each cast. We even managed to land seven keeper sized fish. It was a night we will remember for life and one that would make Thoreau proud.

The Gupta jacket.

Grace with her biggest of the night.

Aug 12. John King

Aug. 10. Perfect topwater night with mom blowing up instagram

Aug. 9 Perfect Topwater night.

Aug. 9th. Great night of mid 20's fish

Going to miss my fishing buddies

"Is this reel life?"

Last year there was a popular youtube video where a drugged up kid, returning from the dentist, asks his dad "is this real life?". After the last few weeks of fishing, I am asking the same thing. There has been quite a few charter captains from down south that have been complaining that the entire biomass of Chesapeake bay stripers is camped out in the middle bay. Although that may be a bit sensationalized, they may not be far off. That is how "scary good" fishing has been.

The only thing that has been missing is that perfect topwater night. I dream of those nights where the water is like glass, the air temp 10 degrees cooler than on land, the tide two hours after the changeover, and zero boat traffic. When a night like that occurs in mid July, I am asking "is this real life". 

I left the dock at 7:30 and anchored up at "the spot" at 7:31. I knew immediately that Papa Dogg was going to have a busy night. My first 7 casts all resulted in beautiful healthy keeper sized fish. Several weeks ago my dog Fin ate my ruler, so sizes have been mostly guesswork. This really has not been a problem since I pride myself on estimating the age of a fish. One of the earlier fish was a tough call. Based on the fight and the spectacular blow-up, I was sure it was a 24, but after looking at the picture, it  looks to be a 22. It was non stop action until dark, although all of the fish were between 16 and 18 inches. What made it so exciting was how healthy and fat the fish were.

Looks like a 22

For some reason the fish shut down briefly while this cloud passed

Non stop fun on team Dabney boat.

It does not get any better than this

Fishing Buddies

One of the most satisfying things in my life is to share my love of light tackle fishing with someone who had either never tried it before or had no success. I had promised to abstain from posting until Mark, my daughter Grace's boyfriend, had landed his first striper. We had gone out more than a few times with no success. Despite the black cloud that hung over his head, he persevered and I could see that he was beginning to look at fishing in a different light. His only exposure to the sport had been "trolling" with his uncle. They had rarely caught fish and he felt bored. The difference with light tackle is that it is just you, a pole, and a fish. Fishing just feels less  like "luck" and more like a skill that one can cherish for life. It was great to see Mark land his first fish this past week, and even more excited when he  was inducted into Club Papa Dogg. I have little doubt we will be long time fishing buddies.

This past weekend we had our extended family stay with us and I had a fantastic time fishing with some old fishing buddies and a few new ones. Saturday morning Danny and my brother in law Danny joined me for a quick half hour on the shoal. My brother in law had been out with me once before, but we were forced to fish the Riva road bridge area in early July which is a futile exercise. A strong outgoing tide and steady 10 knot wind made for some sloppy conditions, but it was quite pleasant. It was too choppy for topwater, so we were all armed with sassy shads. It was not long before my brother in law turned to me with a with a big grin and said "that was my first fish I have ever caught on a lure".  Saturday night I was joined by Grace, Mark, and my sister in law Noelle. My sister in law is the consummate New York City girl. She does not own a car and did not recall ever fishing before. It was blowing about 15, so casting was a bit difficult. Nevertheless, she picked up the cast fairly quickly.    We had less than a half hour until dark, so when I picked up my first dink, I handed her the rod. I could see she really wanted to get one on her own though. Unfortunately it was getting dark, so I made my way forward to pull the anchor. A determined Noelle had continued to furiously cast and just as I was making my way back I hear her scream that she had one on. As she swung a beautiful 18 inch fish aboard, I could see on her face a true sense of pride and a new love for fishing. 

After the crew left, I was able to get back to fishing with my old fishing buddies. Dab's and I had a great night Monday with several 20-24 inch fish on Papa Dogg. Fishing has ben just plain amazing lately and should only get better as the fish start to put on some weight for the winter.

My trip with Dab's to Crisfield for Spec's

Noelle's first fish

Daughter Liz with a nice one 

Marks First

Monday fish

Dogg days of summer

June 2013

In all the years I have kept this blog, you can count on one hand, the number of posts in the month of June. It was usually windy, so trips to the shoal, were rare, given the 40 minute "commute" from Harbor Hills. Thats not to say that I rarely fished the point, but trips were less than this year. I would make all kinds of excuses to myself. It was too windy, fish were feeding on May Worms, unlucky timing of tides, you name it. Fishing has been just plain phenomenal since March. If conditions were right it has not been unusual to get five to ten big fat 22-26 inch fish. Since my commute is now only one minute, I now have the ability to make multiple trips to the point. Most nights I have fished for a half hour or so, ran in for dinner, and then went back out to catch the last hour of light. As a result, I have learned a lot about how to work the shoal. At least once a week, a new boat will show up to give the Shoal a try. I would watch with amusement as they dropped anchor nearby, but nowhere near "the spot". The spot was a rock pile about halfway between Thomas point park on land and the lighthouse. I  would literally anchor every night within a ten foot circle. What I have discovered since moving to Thomas Point road, is that in order to grow as a fisherman, you have to shake things up. What I slowly started to figure out is that there are hundreds of different rock piles that litter the Shoal, all of which hold fish during certain conditions. The challenge was to figure out "when and where". It was during the rare nights when the tide was ripping with no chop from the wind that my eyes began to open. It was on these nights that you could see clearly rips created by water moving across the rocks. So after living on the point for one month the number of waypoints on my GPS went from one to ten. It seems to me that the biggest factor as to which spot will be productive is the wind. I doubt seriously the fish respond to the wind, buy what it does effect is how your plug will present itself as it passes the rocks and this is primarily determined by how the boat can be positioned given wind conditions. It seems like the best position is one where you are casting with the wind to the front edge of the pile. The fish seem to position themselves in front of the pile and wait for baitfish to be pushed into them.

Even with my newfound insight, when June 1st rolled around, I started dusting off the golf clubs. To my utter amazement a good night on the first outing in June, I picked up seven nice fatties, all on Papa Dogg. This good luck continued all the way until tonight. I decided to post tonight because of the unique differences in the 3 fish landed. The first fish was fat but covered in sores. I do not usually see sick fish until the warmer months of July and August. The second fish was of the same class as the first, but was as perfect as a Striper gets. The third, of the same 6 year old class as the first 2, but appeared to me to be a female who had yet to drop her eggs. Just look at the pictures and Judge for yourself?

Fish One

Fish 2

Fish 3...Egg filled?

My new dog Fin's first fish. 

A Real Fatty

My buddy Danny sent me a text around 1pm asking if he could meet me at the boat at 4. Since he would be driving out from DC, I called my wife to see how it looked out there, given the steady wind all afternoon. She said it was very choppy, but no whitecaps. I told Danny not to waste his time, so he said he would hit Fletchers instead. Low tide was projected to be at 6:30, so I headed out at 6. The water temp has risen to 58 degrees and the wind seemed to be laying down. By 6:30 it was like glass out there. Unfortunately the fish were nowhere to be found. Several times I had decided to make 10 more casts and head in for dinner, but just could not seem to put the rod away. By 7:30 the boat began to swing around ever so slight;y. It seemed like seconds later, on one of the longer casts of the night, I had a huge blow up. The fish slammed 3 times before she was hooked. She jumped one time completely out of the water so I knew it was a big fish. The fight that followed was a blast. She started from several hundred feet behind the boat and ended up with me leaning over the bow to get the reel under the anchor line. Just as I completed this feat, she took off under the boat and I had the repeat the process. I was using a medium St. Croix that was bent as far as possible. Finally she came belly up. Since it was a long fight and the huge belly indicated she had yet to drop her eggs, I took 2 quick pics and released her unharmed. I felt bad about Danny, but it turned out he got into some nice Shad on a fly and was quite content. Great night.

Like Glass

Thank you Popa Dogg

Obviously Prego

A tad over 28

Thomas Points Flats 2013

We were very lucky to find a rental home on Thomas Point Road. I am now literally in fishing nirvana. It has been a very cold spring and the water temp has been in the mid 40's until Sunday when we finally broke the magic 50 degree mark. I can leave our dock and anchor up at "the spot" within 5 minutes, so I have fished just about every day since March 9th. It has been windy, choppy, and downright cold. I have been invited several times to troll this past week, but passed in favor of my quest for a springtime trophy. Tonight was perfect when I left the dock at 4:30. The tide was coming in, the ships had just swung around, the water was like glass, and the temp on the water was almost sweater weather. On my third cast I finally had my trophy...a fat 32 inch male on my trusty Papa Dogg. Unfortunately my Iphone was dead, so no pic. Within minutes of releasing the fish, the wind picked up and before I could make another cast, things got really messy, so I headed in. Great feeling none the less. Very few people believe me when I tell them that you can catch trophy sized stripers on plugs during the spawn off  Thomas Point. I want to assure my readers, that you do not need to go to the Flats for huge topwater action. It can be had right in our back yard.

Picture taken by my wife of our backyard.

New House...New Spot

This past week has been very pleasant from a air temp standpoint, but very difficult for fishing due to a relentless southernly wind and a low tide that made my normal river spots off limits. I have managed to boat one keeper sized fish every night, but a multiple fish night has been allusive. The fish are still in the shallows, but getting close, without hitting bottom or making a lot of noise has been difficult.

My wife and I recently purchased a new home closer to the bay. I am super excited to no longer have to deal with the speed zones at the Riva road and Route 2 bridges. We are knocking down the present cottage built in 1915 and building what we hope will be the family beach house for many years to come. Despite the fact that we won't be moving in for at least a year, I have tried most nights to boat my first fish in the water in front of the property. A week or so ago my friend John had a nice blow up that missed literally 20 yards from my new pier. Well tonight, I finally got that first fish when a beautiful 22 blew up in nearly the exact spot from a week ago. I cannot express how happy this makes me.

First Fish at New Home

The Test

I have had a tough time recovering from the O's losing to the Yankees in the playoffs, thus the lack of posts. The weather has been crazy. The first half of last week was rainy and quite cold, so I was bundled up in my hunting gear. Then things warmed up and I fished in a light sweatshirt. I fished everyday and did fairly well. On Weds, I fished with John King and he picked up a really nice 23 on a Popa Dogg right up against the rocks at "the cove".

Yesterday was our annual community fishing tournament. As usual the weather was horrendous. Last year we faced 25 knot winds that made even the river un-fishable. When Carter and I arrived at the boat a little before 8, we found ice on the deck and a windshield that was so fogged up that we had to waste precious "low light" conditions wiping it down several times. To make things even worse, the tide was as low as I have seen it all year, due to a relentless wind from the west. Our plan was to hightail it to the Thomas Point Shoal and fish there until the sun got too high. On my way to the rock pile, I hit bottom several times. We tried anchoring several times, but with a stiff wind from the north and a tide that was still going out, things just did not feel right. My premonition held true as we were skunked for 2 hours as we waited for the tide to turn. Low tide was supposed to be 9:20, but when we pulled anchor at 11, the tide was still going out. We moved back into the river to fish our "go to" spots in Glebe bay. Again, our plan was foiled by the low tide, which prevented us from getting close to shore. After several engine gouging incidents, we headed back out to the bay to chase some birds. It seemed like every flock we passed had nothing but dinks under them, but I finally had a little baby blow up and boated a barely legal 18. At the point we said "this is crazy...everything we studied for was not on the test" and headed in. Our barely legal 1 pound 2 ounce beauty turned out to be the only fish boated by the fleet the entire day and we won the tounament. Now that is pathetic.

Thursday

Tuesday

Sunday

Tonight's sunset

After a nerve racking Ravens win over Dallas, a game they should have lost, I headed out to Glebe bay to see if things had improved from yesterday. Again, a test that I was unprepared for. The tide was as high as I have seen it all year, and again, none of my practice prepared me for the shifty wind and a tide with zero movement. I made one long drift along the western shore with the wind, but had nothing to show for it. I moved across the river to Aberdeen creek, which I figured would be protected from the wind. Again, I was wrong. It was literally impossible to find fishable stillwater. Finally on the western shore, I had a low up from what appeared to be a good sized fish, but he missed. On his second slam, he knocked my plug in the air and tangled the leader around the front treble. Normally when this happens, all you can do is reel in fast and hit the same spot on the next cast. As I was reeling in the fish slammed the plug underwater and came tight. That was a first. After a very good fight, I boated a very fat 24. NICE

Another Recap

I headed out last night at 4:30 with Carter and his brother Garrett, with a plan to fish the river. We headed straight to Glebe bay, but found several boats in my normal spots. So we basically ended up playing mop up. Although it was a very frustrating night of fishing, I did manage a 22 to go along with Carter's 19.  At least the Mclendon family had a nice fish dinner.

Carter and I left even earlier tonight at 3:30. The plan was to get gas and then pick up my buddy Brandon at his place on Crab Creek. Brandon was delayed, so we poked around just inside the cut. There was a ton of baitfish, but it seemed like nothing but dinks underneath. I finally had a huge blow-up that missed (twice). That was basically it until the sun was setting and Carter picked up a 19 at the headwaters of Aberdeen creek. Great weather and company, but two difficult days of fishing.

My 22 from Thursday

Mclendon Dinner

Carters 19 tonight

Thursday Sunset

Weekend Recap

I have had the pleasure of fishing with some old and some new fishing buddies since my last post:

FRIDAY- FIshed with Brandon and John King. We tried the shoal for quite some time, but it was crowded and not much happening. We moved into the river and Brandon picked up two nice low 20's fish and saved the night.

SATURDAY- Fished from sunrise until 11AM with a new buddy, Capt. Karl, a charter captain and the owner of the Miss Gracie. It was breezy and a bit on the cold side. Our ride was Karl's Pango. It is a sweet ride and perfect for shallow water fishing. Unfortunately, we were only able to boat one 20 inch fish all morning. A lot of fun, but frustrating fishing.

SUNDAY- FIshed with Carter and his middle brother Garrett. The conditions were actually quite good, but we ended our short 1 1/2 hour outing with nary a swirl from a keeper sized fish.

MONDAY- Fished by myself. I headed straight to the point and found quite a crowd. It was nearly impossible to find a good place to anchor, but I did manage one 20 incher.

Tonight I picked up Karl at 4:30 at his pier near the route 2 bridge. As we headed out to the shoal, the water was like glass. There was a light rain falling, but literally zero wind. Unfortunately, when we arrived at the point, conditions were a bit more snotty. The chop was 1 to 2 feet and the wind was blowing the opposite direction from the tide. I started the night with a hearty 20, that hit up tide from the boat. This was followed by a twenty five that produced one of the bigger splashes of the year. Karl then boated a low 20's fish before we finally relented and moved back into the river to enjoy a more peaceful fishing experience. At the cove, I boated our final keeper fish, another 25 that put on quite a show in 2 feet of water. We ended the night with a nice Bluefish and a nice blow up that missed on our last cast. Two 25's in the same night made me one happy camper.

25 number one

Capt. Karl fights his 22

25 number two