Tuesday, Oct. 9 (from Skip)..."West Neck whoppers"...that's what Skip called these fish. I had one more, but he wiggled, and I subsequently dropped him overboard.
Got out around 9:30 and quit at 2. Lost four or five flukes, hook and all, to some
toothy critters. Cut that braid just as clean as a whistle.
Wednesday, Oct. 10 (from Skip & Ken)...Skip wanted to get in a second straight day, and I had some free time, so we joined forces and hit the water this morning about 9 o'clock and fished upper West Neck Creek until about 3 p.m. The day was slow until the last 45 minutes or hour, and then we both were getting bit consistently. Ended the day with a total of 10 bass between us, all running about the size of the one in the accompanying photo that Skip took. Plastic produced all the day's action. Now we're both locked down until the season-ending tourney this weekend. Just keeping our fingers crossed that Michael gets out of town without leaving a lot of calling cards.
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