First, to the ohfer. That’s right, folks, I blanked yesterday at the Mouth of the Hous. On the one hand, I feel like the kicker who misses a chip shot FG in OT. On the other, it’s not like the river was en fuego (fifteen anglers spaced out on both banks where I fished, and I saw two bass landed in nearly three hours of fishing). Not exactly the stuff from which legendary days are created.
The tide was massive and the currents and rips were in full moon form, but for now I’ll hang my hat here: you cannot catch what isn’t there — or doesn’t see your fly. And I made sure they could see my fly.
While the Mouth of the Hous in April is not a place you’d normally go to practice a CDC-Approved space between you and the next person, the number of anglers was eye-opening. This was 70 degrees and sunny Saturday afternoon traffic. Solitude seekers, you will not find your bliss here. Except maybe today or Friday when the winds are supposed to be in the 20s with gusts to 40mph. (Thanks, I’ll pass.)
I can see it. You can see it. But if there are no bass to see it…
Second, here’s a terrific read from Joe Cermele: Don’t Blow This for the Rest of Us: How We Keep Hunting and Fishing During the Pandemic. Joe was my editor at Field & Stream, and this article is worthy of your time.
Please stay safe and healthy, and thanks for reading.
From what I’m seeing at the Trout Ponds on the Cape is that people are not heeding social distancing. Wait until the bass show up it will be like normal time for most folks. I’m going to
fish the more remote spots. Bill
I think that’s a good idea, Bill. Go fishing, stay safe, best practices.