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 […]Read more
You heard me say it, folks. Wayyyyyy back in July. What a strange season. I’ll give the full season recap at a later date, after we’ve winterized the boat, the fish are all gone and I’m sitting on the couch super depressed. But the striper fishing died down a month ago and hasn’t heated up […]Read more
Success in October is a narrow beam of light. Urgency. Last round. You don’t have to leave but you probably should before the month is over, because the bass are few and the weather is usually less than ideal.
We press out into the full moon night with two hours of darkness ahead of us. It’s muggy for October and the boat pushes soundlessly through the water; dirty yellow circus lights from the powerplant to the starboard, clean moonlight refracting the still water to the port.Read more