I can’t remember the last time it was this late in the season when I took my first striper. It hasn’t been for lack of trying; although, to be fair, this was also the first year in eons that I did not partake in the mouth of the Housatonic in April Bass-O-Matic. When the moment came, all was in line with universe: Rock Island flatwing, herring nervously milling about, greased line swing with a floating line, the hammering strike of a bass feeding with confidence. Though our session was only 90 minutes, we (surfcaster extraordinaire Toby Lapinski and I) got into about a dozen slot and sub-slot fish between us. And, as the herring run winds down, I begin to notice that the grass shrimp swarm time is approaching…
The term “slot fish” needs to be replaced.
HI John, why is that?
Maybe not replaced. Just done away with. You’re using it to describe a bass in a 3” range.
Hi John, I reference slot and sub-slot, so it’s a broader range than that. Thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂
Sweet! Happy Anniversary
Thanks, Bob, and welcome aboard. 🙂