For Week Ending Sunday, Nov. 29, 2020

Sunday, Nov. 22 (from Ron)...Got on some striped bass this morning at HRBT. They were biting well, and all were over 20 inches, with the best at 25. Great fun catching them and dinner will be yummy.

Tuesday, Nov. 24 (from Ron)...Still chasing the stripers and having a blast. Caught about a half dozen that were all short of keeper length, then around 2 a.m. (following a midnight launch), hooked into a really nice one that went 23 inches, which I kept for the oven. We tangled for a few minutes, and I eventually landed him. Felt very good indeed.

Friday, Nov. 27 (from Ron)...The striper season is going very well. Unlike years past, where I would catch about 10-15-inchers before I found a keeper (20-inch plus), almost all of them this year are over 20. Got a nice 24 and a 28.5 this morning, as well as a couple more that I didn't measure. All pretty thick and healthy. Great fun, and the weather has been near perfect.

Friday, Nov. 27 (from Ken)...Had the itch again, so got up with the alarm clock this morning and headed out in all that fog, with plans to spend a few hours in West Neck. It was "deadsville" until about 12 noon before the bite turned on a bit. Fished a chatterbait, square-billed crankbait, and a jerkbait, all to no avail, but business quickly picked up when I started tossing a coffin-lipped crankbait in one of the late-Al Napier's favorite colors. Ended up with six dinks during my last two hours on the water, which was sufficient to arrest my itch. Water temp was 59 when I started about 9:15 this morning, as well as when I threw in the towel at 2 p.m. Shared the creek with some hunters this morning, as well as some fishermen (in both boats and kayaks), plus a couple boats that were hot-dogging over each other's wakes. I kept waiting for one of them to crash because they were cutting it awfully close. Too bad John Law was no where to be found, or they surely both would have inherited citations for their actions. Started out above the bridge this morning, but some gunshots from up the way of that first blind sent me scampering the other direction. Don't like taking chances, especially on a morning when you barely can see your hand in front of your face. That fog, incidentally, lasted 'til almost 11 o'clock...not only a couple hours as the weatherman said about 7 o'clock.