Albie fishing, as anyone who has targeted the little torpedoes from hell for any number of seasons knows, will eventually give way to “albie casting.” This is how I felt last week in the flat calm, boat traffic-riddled Upper Buzzards Bay, as the albies casually crashed around us and completely ignored every offering we threw […]
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Kinda feels like the end, doesn’t it? Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I keep getting the questions. Where are the fish going to be after the storm? Will it blow the migration out to sea? Scatter the bait? Push the concentration of bass from locations North down closer to the Cape? And to […]
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It’s an albie weekend. Again. We’re going to get some fly albies. Will they cooperate? Probably not. But I’m going to keep trying and trying and trying again until we get one to eat, because that’s the definition of insanity. Is this a wise decision—the decision to ignore our striped friends and a possible season-best […]
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We fish in November because after months of relentlessly pursuing something, it would be uncomfortable to quit it cold turkey. The whole “not fishing” thing is something that needs to be eased into. November then, serves a few different purposes—the primary one being the longing for “one last fish” at the tail of the migration […]
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We’re getting there, folks. The season is wrapping up. The fishing will rise to a crescendo somewhere between two weeks ago and the end of this month, before falling to the silence of the off-season. The trout fishing will remain good through the end of the year, but the fish that we’ve gotten so used […]
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