Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Happy Birthday Kyle!

Another year has passed and I miss my brother, Kyle, just as much as when he left us in 2007.  I can't believe it has been that long.  Kyle's birthday was yesterday, and he would be 47 years old this year.  I don't have much to say today, other than I get choked up on his birthday.  I guess you never get used to something like this.

To find out what happened to him, please visit my tribute page to him here:

Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here are a few to share:
Once I introduced Kyle to icefishing, he was hooked.  I was delighted because it was another way that we could share the outdoors together.
Kyle released this crappie that he caught through the ice, but not before faking a crappie sushi meal!  He always had a sense of humor.  He was a Monty Python fan.  Need I say more?
He loved catching big fish, but it was this perch that gave him the idea for his Iceshanty user name, Perch Jerker.
Kyle (right) and my friend Mark goofing around during a windy day on the ice.
Kyle (left) and I posing over some of the fish that we kept after a productive ice fishing evening bite.
Kyle posing with a big archery season buck.  He was a very skilled archer and hunter.  I think it was his true passion, other than coaching swimming.
Kyle loved fishing for walleye.  Here he poses with a nice marble eye.  
Even when Kyle was a youngster, he had a knack for catching fish.  Here he poses with a smallmouth bass, sporting his favorite Bengals hat.
Anyway, thanks for checking back in and I'm sorry that I haven't posted more often than I have.  I plan to remedy that situation though.

And to my Brother in Heaven, Happy Birthday Bro!

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Introducing A Bud to the Hardwater

One thing that I've always enjoyed in any of my activities is to introduce someone that activity who has never done it before.  Even more rewarding is that if they have fun and want to go again.  Last weekend, I took a fishing buddy, Rodger, who swore a couple years ago that he'd never do it, out on the ice for an icefishing trip.  Well, never say never because I convinced him to give it a try, and I think we hooked him.  Now we have to reel him in...

When taking someone out for the first time on any outdoor activity, the best way to get them to go again is to make sure that they have fun the first time.  With icefishing, the first thing is to make sure that you pick a lake that has a bunch of willing fish, because catching is more fun than working hard to catch them.  The lake we picked has a reputation of that, with a mix of average sized panfish along with some jumbos, and they're usually very willing.  You can't beat jigging for panfish when the action is hot, a perfect recipe for a newbie to have fun at icefishing.

The next thing is to make sure that you teach them what you know, including how to use your electronics, what to look for, how to read the moods of the fish, and most importantly, to improve the odds that your newbie friend will have a better chance at icing some fish.  That means that you may have to sacrifice your fishing time to do the teaching, as well as the use of your electronics and other equipment.  The purpose of this trip wan't for my icefishing fulfillment, but for the fulfillment of doing something rewarding, putting my buddy on fish and introducing him to the sport.  Fortunately, I had a spare sonar unit so I wasn't fishing blind either.
Rodger watching the fish react to his jig on my sonar unit while we were searching for active fish.  Eventually, we found active fish and Rodger caught a bunch, and had a good time.
Rodger is a little sensitive to the cold anyway, so picking a good day for comfort helps.  I was worried a bit that he'd be too cold to enjoy it, but as the day went along, everything worked out.  He dressed for the occasion, perhaps overdressed a bit, but at least he was pretty warm.  He also brought a bunch of hand warmers and used them as well to help.  I also let him use my Fish Trap pullover shanty for most of the afternoon once we found fish.  Again, that meant that I had to bear the elements like the good old days prior to me owning a Fish Trap.  But, that was OK, except that the wind was a bit annoying, and was a constant reminder of how much I love using my Fish Trap!  Remember about picking the right day?  It's about as much as for you as for your buddy.

My other friend Glenn and I used our sonar to search for active fish.  We both took different directions and cut a bunch of holes and checked them with our sonar.  We were hoping to mark fish, and hopefully, a bunch of them suspended off the bottom.  To me, those are active catchable fish.  I don't mind finding fish on the bottom either, and they're worth checking out for sure.  A faint flicker of the bottom on the sonar could indicate fish holding tight to the bottom.  Those fish are usually a bit more finicky, but not always.  Definetly, they are worth dropping a lure down to.

And that is what we did.  We marked fish, dropped lures down to see how active they were, then either fished them a bit or moved on.  If you want to catch a bunch of fish, you need to be mobile.  It took a while to find fish, and we were looking for biters, not lookers.  There were a lot of lookers early on though.  But eventually, Glenn found a bunch of active fish on a point and gathered us up to join him.
Glenn was the first to find active suspended fish off a point at the channel edge.  After locating fish, he called us over to join him.  Thanks to Glenn, Rodger caught a bunch of fish shortly afterwards.  That may have been the difference if Rodger icefishes again or not.  It works to team up to find fish for everyone, and is a common practice among friends.
I had been cutting all of the holes up to this point (between Rodger and me), so as to teach, I had Rodger cut a few holes so he could learn how to use the hand auger.  He cut two holes and that was all he needed.  We marked a bunch of fish in the very first hole, suspended as much as five feet off the bottom to the bottom.

He used a jigging rod with a spring bobber that I set up with two jigs in tandem about nine inches apart, the top jig being a red glow Fat Boy (namesake of this blog) and the bottom a gold Fiskas jig, both tipped with a few maggots (aka spikes).  On the first drop, the fish hammered one of the jigs and Rodger had his first fish on the ice.

I quickly cut another hole set up my Aqua-vu camera in the same hole as my sonar transducer, so he could fish out of the second hole and reduce fish tangling in the camera and sonar.  Once we had the camera set up, I set up the pullover shanty and had him snug as a bug indoors and catching fish.  I could hear him giggling and laughing a few times, so he definitely had fun.
This is a pic from a prior trip of me holding a bluegill, but shows my setup inside my shanty with the sonar and camera in one hole, as I fish out of the other.  This is what I wanted Rodger to experience, catching a bunch of fish, seeing them on the camera and using the sonar.
Meanwhile, as I ran back and forth to check on him, I cut a few more holes and found some fish, but not as thick as the spot that he and Glenn were on.  At this point in time, they were caught fish about two to my one.  At my spot, the fish would show up suspended, and I could get them to bite, but then they'd leave.  The fish never left at Glenn and Rodger's holes.

At my spot, I caught some medium sized crappie and some yellow perch, and then hooked into a big fish that went ballistic on me at the hole and popped off.  My initial thought was bass or walleye because it was a bronze color, but the fight didn't match, and the fish looked to be about 15-16 inches long or so.  I later found out that there are brown trout in there, so that is probably what I had on.  It was exciting, but it would have been nice to land that fish and get a picture.

As darkness approached, we set up for the night bite, hoping for crappie or anything else.  By that time, I'm sure that Glenn and Rodger caught twice as many fish as I did, and that made me happy, knowing that this trip was a success.  Now it was time to teach Rodger how to catch crappie at night.

I put the camera away, although it is fun and useful, it's not as helpful at night fishing for the suspended fish, at least in my opinion.  The model that I have tends to attract a ton of daphnia and other tiny aquatic life, making it difficult to see your jig or the fish after dark.  Plus, removing the camera reduces the risk of fish tangling on the camera cable.  Plus, fish can suspend at any depth, especially at night, sometimes right under the ice.

I cut a hole just North of Glenn, closer to where the point meets the channel and wow, when I checked it with my sonar, that hole was stacked from the bottom to about ten feet full of fish.  I couldn't fish there earlier because some other guys were close to that spot, and I didn't want to encroach on them.  I explained those ethics to Rodger as well, to not encroach on another angler's spot, whether it be jigging or a set of tip ups (which they also used).

After cutting that hole, I tore up the medium sized crappie until we had to leave.  At one point, I caught crappie on 16 consecutive drops as they were very aggressive.
This crappie was a bit on the small side, but I caught several dozen crappie that averaged about 9 inches or so all night long.  The fish were stacked on a point near the creek channel.
Glenn and Rodger stayed at their holes and continued to catch fish.  Glenn eventually hooked into something huge, and fought it for twenty minutes before the two pound line finally gave out and broke off as the fish made a last charge before coming to the hole.  We never saw the fish.

About an hour and a half after dark, Rodger and Glenn were still catching a fish here and there, but I was slaying them, so I called them over.  I gave up my hot hole and gave it to Rodger, while Glenn fished an old hole that was nearby, and they both marked and caught fish right away.

I cut another hole about ten feet closer to the point and still marked a bunch of fish, and continued to catch crappie one after another.  At one point, about an hour before we stopped fishing, I counted thirty five crappie iced since dark, and then lost count.  I guess I landed a dozen more after that plus one bullhead.  On the day, I caught about 50-60 fish, so it started very slow for me but turned out to be a good numbers day for me.
This bullhead was suspended at ten feet off the bottom and slammed my soft plastic jigs.
Glenn and Rodger probably caught about the same number of fish that I did.  Between the three of us, we caught a total of six species, crappie, yellow perch, bluegills, pumpkinseeds, a creek chub, and a brown bullhead.

Of course, when you bring someone on the ice that is new to the experience, there is an element of fear.  I found it important to talk about ice safety several times, and I have more to teach him on future trips.  One thing that he discovered was that while ice forms, pressure builds up and forms cracks and makes booming noises.  I explained to him that was a good thing, but a couple times, pressure cracks shot past him at a very close range and prompted him to yell out some words that I can't type here!  I told him that was music to my ears, that the ice was building, and is always a good thing.

The fishing was still hot when we decided to leave, but I had a long drive home, and I was very tired.  I considered fishing all night, but was just too exhausted, and I wasn't sure if the other guys could do that or not, so we left the ice at 10 PM.  The fish were still biting.  It is tough to leave fish that are active.

The downside to this trip was that it was a good 3 hour plus of a drive one way for us.  We arrived late, so it was important to us that we caught an active bite, and we did.  But, I'd rather have had an earlier start, several events happened that delayed our fishing start time.  I won't get into that here though.  It was a good thing that we ended the day on a good strong evening bite, because it made that ride home a bit easier.  That is a problem every year for me though, finding good ice close enough to home.  I love icefishing so much that I'd drive further away to do it than I would otherwise to fish during open water.

The bigger story, however, is that I think that despite the long drive home and getting home late, that Rodger had a fun day on the ice, caught fish, and learned why we like icefishing so much.  Both Glenn and I taught him many things that day, and Rodger caught on, and joined the fun.  That's what it's all about.  That's how Glenn and my good friend and icefishing mentor, Jeff Redinger, got me hooked.  I was merely passing that on.  At this point, Rodger is now an ice angler!  Now that he's hooked, let's see if we can reel him in for another trip!
My ice fishing mentor and good friend, Jeff Redinger, posing with a huge sunfish that he caught through the ice.  Jeff introduced me to sonar, and taught me the importance of being mobile to catch fish through the ice on my first ice fishing trip 27 years ago.  

Monday, August 14, 2017

Happy Birthday Kyle!

For those of you that don't know, my brother, Kyle, passed away in 2007 but it seems like only yesterday.  I miss him dearly, and I miss the great times we had outdoors and those that we shared with our family.  We all miss him.

The pictures below remind me of those good times.  Some were serious, some were fun, some were funny, but all were great memories.  I hope that you all enjoy them as I still do.

Thanks for the wonderful times, brother, and I hope that in heaven you're having a blast on your birthday!

You can read about his passing and the tribute that I wrote here.

Monday, June 26, 2017

CBBT Part 4 - Chum Bucket Action

Of course, our last day out, a half day really, turned out to be the best day weather wise.  We decided not to get an early start so we could rest up for the long afternoon ride home.  Yet, we still got on the water for a few hours and gave the big fish one more shot.  Light winds resulted a calm Bay, like a sheet of glass, making for a pleasant ride to the spot where we had some action the day before prior to the thunderstorm chasing us off.

When we arrived, it was slack tide again, similar conditions to the day before, but with much less wind.  After anchoring, Steve and I prepared the bait, set up the chum bucket, baited all of the rods, and cast them out out.  This time, I set up my extra heavy baitcasting rod and reel with a bottom rig.  Basically, the set up was simple, a large egg sinker, a bead, a swivel, leader material and a large enough hook to bait up almost an entire bunker minus the head and tail.

We set up rods with cut bunker, live eels, crabs and clams with the hopes of landing a big drum or cobia.  The previous year, Steve and Rodger only caught one fish on their last day right before wrapping it up, and it was a huge bull red.  So maybe today was our day.
My buddy Rodger with a bull redfish caught a year earlier on the last day of their trip.  We hoped for similar results.
I really liked the casting distance that my set up provided, not that you really needed it, but maybe it worked out in my favor.  Regardless, it didn't take long for my first bite.  I had the baitcasting reel in free spool and the clicker on.  The line stripped off the reel for a few seconds as the clicker notified me of the action.  I immediately grabbed the fishing rod out of the rod holder, turned off the clicker, engaged the reel, reeled in the slack, felt the fish as it chomped on the bait, and set the hook hard a couple times.

The fish took off on a nice run, but I turned it after about twenty seconds and gained back the line that it took.  It had to be a shark or a ray based on how it fought.  The fish bull dogged back and forth as I brought it to the boat.  After I gained enough line and brought it to the surface, we saw that it was a small shark.
This toothy critter was my first fish of the day.
These sharks aren't the prize that a cobia or drum would be, but it's always fun to catch bigger fish.
Steve netted the shark, then we took a few pics and released it carefully.  I baited my fishing rod with a live eel to see if I could coax a cobia to bite, and tossed it out to the same spot.

After my cast, I grabbed Steve's light tackle bottom rig, tipped the hooks with a couple strips of FishBites, and dropped it over the side to catch more live bait.  Sure enough, I got bites instantly when the rig hit the bottom.  I quickly caught two fish that were perfect bull redfish snacks and added them to the live well.

No sooner than that, the clicker sang off my reel and I scrambled to tend to the bite.  I reeled up the slack and felt the fish, set the hook and fish on!  The fish ran a bit, then I pumped the rod to gain line, got it near the boat and, without seeing what it was, the fish made a run and came off the hook.  We had no idea what it was, but because of the way it fought, it was most likely another shark.  I baited the hook with another eel and tossed it back out.

I tried to catch more bait fish, but before I could try for more bait, I had another bite.  There simply was too much action to try to get bait fish.  I scrambled again to tend to my fishing rod, felt the fish and set the hook.  This time, I had him.  After a nice fight, Steve netted another shark for me.  I thought to myself, I could enjoy this all day!
I could catch sharks like this all day and have a blast.  It's not the type of fishing that I do often, so I thought that I'd make the most of it.
Before I could add another eel to my rig, Steve hooked up and fought another big fish.  It was my turn to net a big fish for him.  We saw that it was another shark as he guided it to the bag and I lifted it into the boat.  He unhooked it carefully and posed for a picture.
Steve's first shark of the day.  Notice how nice and calm the water is in the background?  Of course it was like this, it was our day to leave early!  But, we'd take it!
We managed to boat a dozen sharks before deciding to pack it up and head home.  We didn't catch any drum or cobia the entire trip.  Of course, Steve was disappointed in the fishing.  This was actually the earliest in the year that he'd fished the CBBT area, and he wasn't keen on returning to fish here again before the opening of cobia season.  We did have a great time, however.  I caught several new species to add to my list in addition to catching some big fish, albeit small sharks.
Another small shark, perfect size for taking a picture.  You still have to be careful with these small ones and watch that they don't bite you on the release.
Steve with a nice size shark, one of a dozen that we caught that day.
I think that we could have caught these all day.  This was the last shark that we caught before we wrapped things up and headed home.
We're gonna need a bigger boat.  Sorry, I couldn't resist.  
As we rode back to the ramp, we had another pretty close encounter with a large pod of dolphins.  Steve cut the motor and drifted toward them.  We tried calling them close to the boat, but this time, they had no interest.  They didn't seem to be in the playful mood like they were a few days ago.  On that day, they were jumping out of the water repeatedly.  We think that this time, they were feeding, because it seemed like they were moving in different directions, not heading from one spot to another.  Still, it is always a treat to see them, in my opinion.

To wrap up our trip, we managed to catch a couple hundred sea trout, about fifty kingfish, some croaker, a few toad fish and small sea bass, a few pigfish, one flounder, one sheepshead, and perhaps a couple species of small sharks.  Although we didn't get any redfish or cobia, we still had a good time.  We caught eighteen sharks.  How often do I get a chance to do that?  Almost never.  This was a new experience for me.  Although I've caught small sharks in the surf before, I've never caught them like that with this much regularity.

I really appreciate Steve's hospitality and expertise.  He made sure that I had a good time and caught fish.  He's not only heck-uv-a good Captain, but also a good friend.

To view CBBT Part 3, click here
To view CBBT Part 2, click here
To view CBBT Part One, click here

Friday, June 23, 2017

CBBT Part 3 - Fish or Cut Bait?

Or rather, Fish or Cut Get Bait?

Several ships made of concrete were sunk to form a break water for the ramp at Kiptopeke State Park.  I'll touch on the history later.  These pelicans were all lined up waiting for me to take a picture, but I was too slow.  Actually, I caught them flying off and I think that the picture turned out even better!
The third day of our trip was slated to be a full day of fishing.  We woke up early, were well rested, and stoked to get out on the water.  The wind forecast was also good for the start of the day, while predictions for afternoon thunderstorms loomed.

We headed North into the Bay to set up baits for bull red drum and cobia, stopping at another spot where Captain Steve had success in prior years.  This spot was cool because it was where a shoal meets a channel edge.  Surely, big drum or cobia would prowl there.  In addition to the baits that I mentioned in my last post (cut bait, live eels, and blue crabs), we added clams to the mix in hopes of picking up a big black drum.  We heard reports that some folks had been successful taking bull red drum and black drum on clams the day before.

When we arrived at the spot, it was slack tide.  And, the current seemed to be moving in a direction that we weren't anticipating.  We weren't sure if it was the effect of wind or what was causing it.  But, we set up anyway.

The first bite came on the live eel rig.  The line was slack, but we forgot to put it in free spool.  An apparent rather large shark grabbed the eel and bit the leader off on the first run, causing the reel to double over and then slap back like a huge spring.  If someone was standing there, they might have had a black eye!

It didn't take long for another bite, this time on one of the spinning rods that dangled cut frozen bunker.  The rod doubled over while in the rod holder while line peeled off the reel.  Steve set the hook hard and the fight was on.  After a couple runs, Steve had a shark subdued at boat side and I netted it.
Steve with a small but feisty shark.  I think that this might be a small dusky shark based on the smaller dorsal fin and the position of it being further back.  If anyone knows for sure, please comment and let me know and I'll edit accordingly.  Thanks.
Within minutes of him releasing his shark, line peeled off of the the baitcasting rod and reel with the live eel.  This time, the reel was in free spool with the clicker on.  I engaged the reel and set the hook a couple times, and fought a small shark to the boat.
I suspect this may be a dusky shark too because the dorsal fin is pretty far back behind the pectoral fins.  I'd know if I could pull out a tooth, but I'd like to keep my fingers, thank you.  Anyone that knows, please feel free to comment and I'll edit accordingly. 
Here's the business end of that last shark.  
After the first two sharks, Steve wished that we had some live bait for our live bait rod.  I heard about a product called "Fishbites" while researching fishing reports for this trip, so I picked up a pack at the local tackle shop.  The reports were saying that the bloodworm flavor worked well on spot and croaker, which are ideal bait fish for both cobia and red fish.  I was a bit skeptical, I admit, but, anything is better than dealing with bloodworms, in my opinion.

So, I took Steve's light tackle bottom rig, pulled out a strip and cut two small pieces about an inch and a half long off of one of the strips, then threaded them on the hooks.  I dropped the rig over the side of the boat, not expecting much, and no sooner than the sinker hit the bottom did I have a bite.

I set the hook and brought in a couple baitfish, two at a time.  On the next drop, two more.  It was clear that Fishbites work well and can catch multiple fish.  To me, they seem like the perfect substitute if you don't like using blood worms.   I'll continue to test them out to see what species I can catch with them and follow up with a report in the future.
I was very happy to confirm the positive things that I read about Fishbites.  I've had success with Gulp in the past, but this works very well.  I look forward to using it in the future.  Be careful that you don't mistake them for bubble gum!
After a while, the Fishbites pieces turned gooey and all that was on the hook was the mesh that the Fishbites material were molded on to.  I just left it on the hook after I added more Fishbite chunks, and it had no negative effects on catching fish.  I simply cut them off once we were off the water and disposed of the mesh pieces properly.

So, the problem we ran into after that, and it was a good problem to have, was that just as I'd try to add live bait to the livewell to catch monster fish, a monster fish bit on one of the big game rods.  I had to scramble to reel up the baitfish rod and get it out of the way.  Sharks, bull reds and even more so, cobia, cause a ton of mayhem around the boat.  It's important to keep the boat deck clear of gear so you can fight the fish and clear lines quickly without getting hooked in the leg or something.  I guess the theme here is not really "Fish or Cut Bait", but rather, "Fish or Get Bait"?

These smaller sharks put up a good fight and will make a run or two, but nothing like the fight from that first night.  Still, it was fun catching three foot sharks.  They weren't our targeted species though.  We wanted big reds or cobia, and so far, no action from them.

We both caught several sharks and thought that this new spot was a good one.  Steve said that we have to go through the sharks and rays to get to the drum and cobia, that our arms and shoulders would get a good workout.  If your baits are attracting sharks, sooner or later, cobia and drum will show up.

Looking off to the West, we noticed a thunderstorm heading our way.  After checking the weather radar, it was a small but fierce looking storm, one that we could run away from and fish somewhere else.  Of course, it was the only storm at that time in the state of Virginia, and it was heading right toward us.  We had to give up this spot and outrun the storm en route to another fishing spot.

We successfully outran the storm and headed back toward the boat ramp to fish around the sunken cement ships.  As we looked back to the North afterwards, the storm pounded our previous spot.  Even as far away as we were, the lightning made me nervous even from that far away.

We decided to drift around the sunken cement ships that act as a breakwater for Kiptopeke State Park for flounder and anything else that would bite.  Both Steve and I put out our flounder rigs and I caught a nice keeper summer flounder on the first drift.  I rigged mine with a chartreuse Gulp mullet while Steve's tandem rig hooks were tipped with squid and the other with Gulp.
This was a nice keeper flounder, caught on our first drift, but turned out to be the only flounder of the day.
Nine cement ships were sunk a few years after World War II to serve as a breakwater for a long since gone ferry.  They once served as cargo or training vessels for the military, but now protect Kiptopeke State Park and the boat ramp from bad weather.  These ships provide fish holding cover for flounder, tautog, sea bass, and many other species.  You can feel the history in an eerie sort of way as you drift by them.
After four or five drifts with no further action, we concluded that the flounder fishing really hadn't turned on yet, so we headed to the bridge to fish the pilings again.  We fished those areas hard and caught all three species of kingfish as well as a bunch of undersized sea trout.  This time, I used two jigheads with Gulp mullet in tandem.  Eventually, like the day before, the sea trout bit the tails off of the Gulp baits, and they worked even better without the tails.
Small weakfish, or sea trout, like these dominated the jigging catch around the bridge pilings.
While we jigged, a school of snapper bluefish broke water, and birds dove all around us.  Of course, who can resist tossing a jig into a school of breaking fish?  We caught several bluefish until the baitfish school moved away along with the predators.  Several boats followed them, but we opted to jig the pilings.

After a while, we noticed other boats anchored up along he West side of the bridge.  One of them landed a small cobia and a couple stingrays.  We tried bottom fishing near the bridge but after an hour with no luck, we moved off again to fish other pilings.

Meanwhile, the area became very cloudy, temperatures dropped significantly, and the winds picked up.  We were both dressed for 80 degree temperatures and were both chilled to the bone.  Even though the fish still cooperated, we were shivered uncontrollably with no spare clothing on the boat.  I guess that shivering also puts more action on your lure while jigging, so maybe that kept them biting!

We both considered a move to another spot, but noticed the clouds out to the West looked ominous.  I checked the radar, and sure enough, a strong line of thunderstorms were moving fast to our area, with no place to run this time except off the water.  We didn't mind that we had to head back because we we felt cold anyway.

We arrived at the ramp and pulled the boat out just in time before the heavens opened up while lightning flashed in the distance West of us.  I don't mind fishing in rain, but no way do I want to be on the water with lightning around.  The weather service called for thunderstorms all evening, so we were done for the day.  We decided to work on a plan for the next and last day, grab a bite to eat, and get some rest so we could get an early start the next morning.

Stay tuned because in the next article, I'll disclose the events of the next and final day.

If you missed CBBT Part 1, please click here
If you missed CBBT Part 2, please click here
To read CBBT Part 4, click here

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

CBBT Part 2 - A Day for Jigging and Drifting

The second day of our trip started out much better from the weather standpoint.  The morning started off with bluebird skies even though the wind and waves were much more tolerable.  We decided to start off by drift fishing for flounder around the bridge islands and jig the pilings for whatever fish were willing to bite.  The goal was to catch a variety of species but still have a shot at a big drum or cobia, because they hang around the bridge structure too.

The North end of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel where it connects to Fisherman's Island.
Captain Steve hooked me up with a flounder rig and I tipped it with a chartreuse Berkeley Gulp mullet.  Steve had a dual rig, one of the tails was tipped with a Gulp mullet and the other with a strip of squid.  We did several drifts around the fourth island without any luck.  We decided to cast and jig around the island for anything that was willing to bite.

Steve had a bottom spreader rig ready to go and loaded it up with strips of squid, while I tied on a jig and Gulp mullet combo.  I had a few bites but the fish bit the tail off my lure, then I hung up on the rip rap.  He started off with a bang, catching four species of fish right off the bat.  His first four fish were an oyster toadfish, black sea bass, a pigfish, and a northern kingfish (not necessarily in that order).  Toadfish are ugly, nasty creatures, but his was the biggest one that I've seen in a long time.  Almost all of those fish were caught while I was tying on a new jig.

Steve with a big fat ugly nasty oyster toadfish!
His next catch was a small black sea bass.  These guys can get up to about nine pounds.
And a pigfish, pretty enough to put in an aquarium.
Then I finally hook into a monster sea bass, all of about four inches.  Another fish worthy of an aquarium!  We needed big fish.
We jigged around the island and caught some small sea bass.  My jig and Gulp combo was drawing attention, but from small fish that ripped the tail off.  So, I tipped the jig with squid and began hooking up on these bites.  But, this wasn't what we were after.

We moved on to other pilings.  I threw a Savage Gear Real Eel in hopes of a cobia bite at the pilings with no luck.  At each piling, after a few casts with the Real Eel, I jigged a Gulp mullet at anything that would bite.  I was hoping to catch a tautog, but no luck with them.  Meanwhile, Steve tossed a bottom rig with peeler crab as bait.  He scored a nice sheepshead that was about nine pounds or so on the peeler crab.

Steve caught this nice sheepshead on a peeler crab and saved it for the table.
Sheepshead teeth are almost human like.  This guy could use a little brushing and flossing!  Notice the pharyngeal teeth on the roof of their mouth.  They're on the bottom jaw too, perfectly designed for crushing crabs, shrimp and shellfish.  
Meanwhile, I caught a bunch of undersized weakfish, or sea trout, one after another on my jig/Gulp mullet combo.  They'd bite off the tail, so I'd add a squid strip and kept on catching them.  They were pretty good at ripping the squid from the hooks, so I got lazy and decided to just toss in the jig/Gulp without the tail.  Guess what?  They hit it just as well, if not better!  I think that the tailless jig got to the bottom quicker to more fish.  Steve switched to his light tackle bottom rig and was catching them two at a time.

Steve caught weakfish and speckled trout on his bottom rig two at a time while I caught them just about every cast tossing a tailless Gulp mullet.
I caught a few new species for me on this trip, speckled trout (aka spotted sea trout), northern kingfish and southern kingfish.  I've caught weakfish (or sea trout) before, but never the speckle trout ones.  Unfortunately, I failed to get a picture of the speckled trout.  All of these fish bit all afternoon, giving me easily 100 fish for the day in the count.  It was quite fun.

The northern kingfish was a new species for me in addition to the speckled sea trout.  You can distinguish these from southern kingfish by the black bars along the body, while the southern kingfish are bronze on the back, faint bars with a white belly.  To further confuse things, the gulf kingfish, pictured below, look like southern kingfish but lack the bars.  All three have a single barbel on their chin.
I think that this is the gulf kingfish.  I'm pretty sure that we also caught southern kingfish too, but I don't have pictures of them, but they look very similar to this fish.  Both species are new catches for me.  I advise against not lipping them as they have pretty small but sharp teeth that cut my thumb.  The cut wasn't bad, but enough sting to remind me not to do it again.  I learned the hard way.
I've since been reading up on how to catch "togs" because I didn't have any luck with them on this trip.  I wasn't far off by jigging for them, but live bait is probably going to be a necessity, using sand fleas, peeler crabs, Asian crabs, or green crabs (fiddler crabs).  Maybe next time.

Although we didn't catch any flounder while drifting, we still had a lot of fun jigging with bites almost every cast at one point.  We wound up both catching a ton of sea trout mixed with all three species of kingfish, and decided to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening trying for cobia and redfish.

We set up at Steve's first spot, where we'd caught the shark the night before.  Everything seemed right for that spot.  The tides were moving the right direction but not too strong.  The wind was finally not a factor.  We had fresh baits out there, including some of the fish that we caught jigging that can be used for bait.  However, the fish had other ideas.  We fished almost two hours without a bite and were going to make a spot change when thunderstorms started to move in.

We decided to head back to the ramp, take out, go get a nice dinner at a restaurant and perhaps a drink, and get a good night's sleep.  The plan was to get up early the next day and target the big fish early, then drift for flounder in the afternoon.

We caught a lot of fish, but the only keeper size fish all day was the sheepshead.  Steve couldn't believe that we didn't even pick up a shark or ray.  Maybe if the weather would have let us fish to the evening bite things would be different.  But not this time.

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