2020 is shaping up to be my worst striper spring in 15 years. To be fair, I haven’t gone as many times in years past. But, to be fair again, it hasn’t been slightly off — it’s been disaster bad. Last evening we had two-and-a-half hours of casting practice. Conditions were great: falling barometer, outgoing tide (fishing a marshy area), dense cloud cover into dusk. I saw two bass landed among six anglers, split evenly between fly and spin. That ain’t exactly lighting it up. I saw very little bait in the water and no confirmed striper feeding activity. So it goes…
The great thing about June is that it’s prime time for trout fishing. With visions of sulphurs dancing in my head, I direct my attentions to the northwest.
Without specific location were you fishing CT or RI/
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We were in CT. There were fish at another mark nearby. It’s really become a hit-or-miss proposition in the last 5-10 years.
Sometimes they are just not there! If you cast, they will come…eventually…
Good luck and tightest of lines fishing the northwest!
Yeah. They certainly weren’t there in any numbers last night. But I decided they weren’t coming, so I spent the last half hour saving my shoulder for another day….and watching…at least we know the trout are there!
Appreciiate your blog post
You’re very welcome, Rose. 🙂