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Date: June 19, 2022 Body of Water: Casco Bay - Falmouth, Maine Moon Phase: Full Moon plus 5 days; waning gibbous moon Boat: amybaby22 With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 9 AM - 1 PM Conditions: Low tide at 9:55 AM. Cloudy; Northeast wind in excess of 10-15 mph and about 55 degrees. Sporadic showers/squalls. Water was clear but green; water temperatures 55 degrees (+/-). After a slow start to my day, I headed to Broad Cove to catch the bottom of the tide. I figured I'd find bass in the "gut" again. I quickly donated a couple of worms, but otherwise my tube-and-worm went untouched. I didn't see too may targets on the sonar either, so after an hour of this slow fishing, I decided to look for mackerel, but in a new-to-me location. The channel between Sturdivant and Basket Islands is adjacent to my general "East of Clapboard" mackerel grounds, and perhaps offers more opportunities for current and changes in depth to corral the macks. Trolling a Sabiki weighted with a Hogy Squinnow Jig, I immediately tagged a mack. But that promising start fizzled, and I continued fruitlessly. I resorted to "dropping" my rig down to targets on the sonar. Everything was 30 feet or more down, and usually near bottom. I managed a couple more like this, but never really found a group of active mackerel. In fact, every one I landed came in as an isolated single. Still, a few mackerel should be enough to locate and catch a bass or two or a few. My swimming mackerel caught no attention on Clapboard's east end, despite considerable, focused effort. When my first pass down the length of Clapboard's west end went untouched, I circled around and tried once more. My only action for the day was a chase-and-grab, but that bass dropped the bait before I could connect. The fish were reluctant on this day which was turning truly miserable with increasing wind and rain. I went home, skunked. What do I have to say about this? My funky slump continues, but I did like exploring the area between Sturdivant and Basket. This area is close to home and really should be part of my comfortable, home waters. It felt more like March or April than the last day of Spring. I appeared to be the only sport-fisherman out on this gloomy day. Oh well, they can't all be comfortable and awesome (I guess). Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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