This weekend a few of us went to Cape Cod to fish for false albacore — and albacore we did find. The weather went from downright plague-like to beautiful, but the chew stayed fairly strong. Here’s some photos from the weekend.
Yesterday was one of those days where everything came together: the sun was out, the bait was abundant, the fish were feeding on top, and the birds helped lead the way. Over the course of the day, three of us brought at least 40-50 fish to the boat. Many were in the 27-36″ class, but a few pushed the scales higher. Our friend in the neighboring boat caught one beast, pictured below.
This will be the year the Cheeky Schoolie Tournament threatened to go legit. Gone was the small sand parking lot, the salty local bar, and the rag tag group of fisherman. In its place, there was the runway expanse of the West Dennis Beach parking lot, cars with license plates from all over the place, and a very clean, upstanding restaurant.
In the spring, you dream of your next trip. You also dream of the trips your friends are one, are just returned from. In the spring, the reports start streaming in. Recently, friends have gone to the Bahamas, to Boca for tarpon, and to the Miramichi for Atlantic salmon. I've been thinking about this last one a lot, as my close friend Ben Moody went salmon fishing for the first time on the Little Southwest Miramichi.