We have fish camp every last week of the striper season. This week was likely our most successful even though it went out with a fizzle. It actually starts a bit earlier than the week but in general we dedicate the last week of the season to bring as many of our friends from our old stomping grounds as we can make it.
It all started great with the biggest fish we had ever caught on Sunday the 26th. We had quality fish every day and got them early and often for the most part all week long. But sadly I had Charlie, Johnny, and Todd for the last day and we did not catch even one.
The day seemed to be doomed from the start. The weather was terrible, dense fog all over the area. I always promised myself I would not venture out in the fog so we waited until about 10:30 before leaving the dock. Even at that we did run into fog around 1GW but as you got out even further it cleared more and more. It was never really gone but certainly safe.
We headed out to R62 and trolled our favorite baits but nothing really happening so I heading down to the cut channel. I took that long run because I really wanted them to get at least one fish. Also, it was far clearer south and the cut had at least 3 miles of visibility.
We tried for several hours but most of the group had something planned for New Years so we headed back early. Maybe if we had stayed fish a while they would have gotten the dinner bell playing but not today.
We made it back in plenty of time and again only the 1GW area had any significant fog so we were safe. I definitely had the radar humming and all eyes on the path.
No fish…no pictures.





















