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Part 1 of day Date: October 1, 2019 Body of Water: Green Pond and Outlet Boat: Maritime Skiff 1480 With: Uncle M. Target: Stripers and Blues Time: 7 AM - 11:30 AM Conditions: Gray and almost windy (SW at about 10 mph, with more forecast) Uncle M decided to join me for the morning based on Monday's success and a generally favorable weather forecast. It was, perhaps, a bit grayer and windier than had been expected, but it was still very fishable; that is, with the exception of the roguish wave that knocked us around and resulted in a rod-and-reel combo dropped overboard. Oh well, that stuff happens! I was determined to not let that affect our enthusiasm for chasing the fish at hand; but perhaps we'd stay a little closer to port than I had originally planned. We caught some outgoing tide and had some immediate luck with blues at Green Pond outlet; I caught another in the washing machine that was Bourne Pond outlet, just to the east. But the blues were slow, and I was encouraged when an oceanside striper ate my popper along the Green Pond outlet rocks. But we were truly just scraping by, and so we moved into Green Pond to look for stripers. We found a couple of groups of them, and we both caught schoolies on poppers and swim baits. Uncle M seemed most proud of his peanut bunker catch, and I was pleased to find that the bass liked my greenish popper that I used to replace my now-lost-but-never-forgotten Smack-It Jr. The tide had just not been favorably timed for us, but we still ended with two blues and six stripers for an easy morning's effort. Part 2 of day Date: October 1, 2019 Body of Water: White's Landing, Waquoit Bay Boat: Maritime Skiff 1480 With: alone Target: Stripers and Blues Time: 1 PM - 5 PM Conditions: Still mostly gray but now definitely windy (southerly at about 15 mph, with more forecast) I returned to the friendly and wind-protected confines of Waquoit Bay for the afternoon. I started by popping and probing the current breaks around my familiar spot on Eel River with a swimming jig. Despite a number of strikes, I was unable to hook up. When I finally did land a fish, it was a scup. That explained a lot, and I moved down to the Bay's western outlet. Here, the tide was beginning to flood. I found a couple of racing bluefish in very shallow water alongside Washburn Island. These provided cool, visible strikes on my popper. But the bite was still slow, and with the growing wind, I decided to cover water by trolling a Yozuri stick bait at 3 mph +/-, and then adding the approximate speed of the current. My first fish was a feisty, 25-inch bass, but the next couple were tailor blues. Each absolutely slammed the lure at high speed; this was both fun and productive. The wind continued to increase, and the bite got tougher. I ended with a total of four blues and the striper, giving me a combined Baker's Dozen for the day. What do I have to say about this? Day 2 was tough, and I expected Day 3 to be every bit as difficult, given the wind. I'd still not had a chance at any albacore, but it was turning out to be a good fishing trip. Given the variety of water, tackle, fish and conditions, I'd settled into a nice pattern of exploration and taking what I could find. That was satisfying enough! When Uncle M. presented me with a replacement for the lost rod and reel (a fine Diawa combo), I was both surprised and pleased. I could still keep five outfits appropriately rigged and ready, and the combo he had picked out with the help of staff at Falmouth Bait and Tackle quickly found a home in my tackle selection. Thanks! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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