The new moon will be here next week, and I shouldn’t have to tell you what this means. This weekend should finally bring with it some consistent striper action–a welcome change from the downright frustrating fishing we’ve experienced this past week or two. The good news is, the bays and estuaries of Buzzards Bay and […]
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At this point last year, miles of migrating micro and schoolie-sized striped bass had invaded the rivers, estuaries and ocean fronts of Buzzards and Cape Cod Bays. This year? Not so much. But I just need to keep telling myself this, as I pour over blue-colored water temperature maps and reports reading “not here yet:” […]
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March has been a lion all month. And she doesn’t look to be making her transformation to lamb anytime soon, if we’re going by what the weather folks have to say. There’s not been much fishing to be had recently. Holdover fishing–for both stripers and trout–has been slow. The weather, rain, snow, sleet, gale, power […]
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Holding her in the water, I remember thinking that I’d probably never see a bass this large again. I was also thinking that we absolutely did not deserve her. It was October in an off-Cape pond, but the air remained warm. The pond had received its Fall trout stocking, which meant it was the perfect […]
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I went out Monday in search of the “other” holdovers that exist within our geographical fishing sphere–the kind that eat bugs and hooks dressed up to look like bugs (if tied correctly on a size 18 hook). Yes, I’m talking about holdover trout. We consider holdover trout the fish that survive between trout stockings. It’s not […]
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With whispers coming through the proverbial fishing grapevines that the stocking trucks had begun their semiannual pilgrimage to the various kettle ponds on and off the Cape, I immediately began concocting plans to make my way down to one of these ponds with the fly rod, even if it meant breaking through a thin layer […]
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A fishing season has lots of firsts. There’s a pond by my parent’s house–more so a cranberry bog reservoir than a pond– that’s generally the site of a few season firsts. Some years back, on a warmish Sunday night in March, my Dad, my fiance and I decided to stop by the “Rock Pond” (we […]
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