Decided to get out and fight the wind tonight. For whatever reason, I enjoy fishing on stormy nights. The water is rough, casting is hard, retrieves are difficult, and the fish usually bite. I enjoy the challenge. So, I went to a sod bank and battled the northeast wind. The flood tide was a bit much, making the current run even harder than the nearly full Moon already was. And of course it pulled every bit of grass off the sod banks and I to my casting lanes. Regardless, I managed to catch a nice weakie. Of course it popped off the hook as I lifted it. But, it was all good. I would've released it anyway. It would've been nice to get a photo though, it was a nice weakie. A few casts later I got another weakie that spit the hook as I reached for the leader. Just not my night it seemed. The bite died out and the grass got thicker, so I took a walk. I found a crazy Eddie that was swirling and rough. As luck would have it, a striper popped right in the middle of the maelstrom. I cast a bunch of times trying to present the bait just right. After about twenty casts I must have got the presentation correct. I got hammered by a nice striper that peeled off drag in the heavy current. We battled back and forth, both giving and taking line. I finally got it close and grabbed the leader. She measured out at 31 inches. Snapped a quick photo and released her back I to the churning water. No other takers. I took a ride and tried a new area. It seemed quiet at first, but then a school of bait erupted in the surface. I cast and something swirled on my jig. A few casts later I came tight to another striper that put up a fantastic fight. This one measured out at 27 inches and was fat. Another quick photo and release. And again, the action died. Took another ride to search another area for any willing brawlers. Found loads of bait, even had it exploding on the surface, but no willing predators. On the plus side, I got to watch a pair of otters chase each other around. Cuteness overload. But no fish. I tried one final spot, but it too was devoid of any willing takers of the scaled persuasion. So, I called it a night. And it was a good night. The windy conditions did not disappoint. Tight Lines!

Ran a fun trip in the back yesterday with Justin onboard for the ride. We poked around a favorite bridge to see if anything fun might be hanging around. As we cruised through we noticed a pigeon sitting on the cross beams of the ice breakers. Seemed to be an odd place, but, to each his own. We cast around with a variety of lures, and soaked some baits. Little fish were the catch of the day for the outgoing tide. Sea bass and pinfish were destroying our baits. Tried for tog and sheeps, but no takers. While fishing we heard some awkward splashing. Then we saw the source. The pigeon we passed earlier had fallen into the water. At Justin's insistence we rescued the flopping, sputtering pigeon. He became our mascot for the day, hanging out on the bow watching us fish. Once the tide turned and began flooding the little fish bite dropped off. We began drifting for flounder. Justing landed the first keeper of 18.5 inches. We missed or dropped quite a few other bites. We had schools of mullet swimming past us now and again. And up on the flats there were peanuts being harassed by snappers. There were quite a few big boils and splashes here and there too. It was quite the show. When the bite slowed we made a move and drifted some deeper water. The wind made things interesting. Suffice to say, the motor was used quite a bit for positioning. We made a few drifts along a sod bank getting sporadic hits. On what was supposed to be our final drift I got hammered by a 20 inch flounder. So, it wasn't our final drift. We tried another area, but the boat traffic and wind with the tide made the drift unfavorable. We made another move and worked over a normally productive area, but only got short flounder and pestered by little sea bass. While drifting along near so.e houses our pigeon feiend decided he had overstayed his welcome. He flew off to the nearby docks and never even said goodbye. Justin was crestfallen. He had hoped to take his featherwd feiend home to his beloved, as she so loves birds (kidding). So, with the wind continuing to increase, the bite dropping off, and our feathered mascot gone, we called it a day. Had a great time, as always. Given the amount of bait showing in the back waters, the Fall bite should be solid. Looking forward to it. Tight Lines!