Zig met me on the Milford Ramp at 7:15 Wednesday morning. We have been setting hooks inside 5 minutes of pulling away from the dock. The fishing was virtually too simple. We had round 30 every after I began to surprise if we could be lacking out on a topwater chunk someplace on the river.
So we moved farther down the river, and every picked up a rod rigged with an unweighted smooth plastic. I had the primary topwater hit inside moments. No hookup, however a very good hit. We saved working our method down the river, and managed to catch a number of every on the floor baits. Half of them have been 20 inch class fish, however Zig had a pair slot fish, and I had a ‘shut however no cigar’ fish.
Zig additionally had a a lot larger fish on for a protracted, very long time, and misplaced it on the boat. If it wasn’t 40 inches it was definitely pushing that quantity.
As the sunshine cloud cowl cleared and the solar received greater, topwater bites received fewer and farther between, and all we may do was want that we’d headed into that space earlier, as a substitute of catching one 18 to 22 inch fish after one other on small jig & plastic combos for 90 minutes or so after placing in.
With the topwater motion lifeless earlier than midday, we headed again up river and located a distinct bunch of fish to hammer on for a pair hours earlier than heading for the ramp.
I invited Ben to fish with me on Friday, hoping to get on the topwater chunk early. Sadly, the solar was out big-time earlier than 7. We tried working tight to the east financial institution, hoping that it might assist shade the shallows. It could have helped. I managed three or 4 weak bites on the primary move, however by the point I attempted a second move, the solar was excessive sufficient that any shade on the water was only a reminiscence and neither of us had one other swirl on prime.
Quickly we have been throwing jigs, farther up river. And we caught loads of fish doing it. Largely 18 to 22 inch schoolies with a number of 25-26 inchers within the combine. The water temp had made it up into the 54-plus vary! However the north wind was getting stronger, and dealing with the outgoing tide to restrict the place and the way we may fish.
Engaged on the speculation that the chop on the floor may reduce mild penetration sufficient to set off a floor chunk, we made a final ditch move on the decrease stretch, mixing the smaller jig & plastic in with the unweighted stuff, and caught a number of. Oddly, the wind south of the Washington Bridge was blowing out of the South South East — virtually immediately reverse the route of the wind above I-95. And at last, my final chunk of the day produced my solely slot-fish.