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Date: September 26, 2021 Body of Water: Woods Hole - Falmouth, Massachusetts Moon Phase: Full Moon plus six days; waning gibbous moon Tides: Low Tide at 5:50 AM Boat: Shore fishing from short rock jetty With: Alone Target: False Albacore Time: 6:00 AM - 9:30 AM Conditions: Rain at first, but then begrudgingly giving way to clearing skies; about 60 degrees F; brisk Northerly wind; evident bait This was my first and only chance to catch an Albie for the season; I was first on the pier for the morning and staked out the prime real estate at its end. I carried four rods, rigged and ready with different presentations. I was hoping to make the most of any chances that came my way. Snapper blues really seemed to like the peanut bunker-shaped Clark spoon. Small sea bass, too, as this lure probably accounted for a dozen, combined, over the first part of the morning. They also seemed to like the Patrick Sebile Hyper-lastic Spin-Dart on a 1/4-ounce jig head; these were ultimately torn apart by small blues. A small Hogy epoxy jig (green) garnered little attention, and a white Albie Snax plastic stick-bait was a double mouthful for the blues. Two pods of crashing Albies presented themselves within casting distance. The first, at 7:30 AM and with just a few fish evident, was at great distance, but I managed at least one prime cast into their zone. The second, at 8 AM and with many more fish obviously present, came to within 30 feet. This pod looked like a sure thing, but there was no indication of interest in my epoxy jig (or the presentations of others). I switched to the Albie Snax for my next cast, but got halved by a blue almost immediately. And then the albies were apparently gone for the day. Even the blues and sea bass quit biting. By 9:30, when I had to leave, my other pier-mates had already given up. Quite a few kayaks and center consoles remained on post throughout Great Harbor, but all seemed quiet; even quieter than the rest of the morning in which I'd seen zero albies hooked. What do I have to say about this? I got at least two casts in front of Albies, and that's more than I could have done from home. My baits were ignored, as were the presentations of my two companions on the pier. Perhaps the funny fish were simply in super-selective mode, or perhaps there simply weren't enough around to have one make a mistake... Regardless, it was nice to try for these again, and it was good to know that I least had a chance of connecting with one of these elusive fish. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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