Sit down my friends and let me tell you a story of a nights fishing!!!! Bwaaaaaa haaaa haaaa
So the night began meeting up around around 6:30 at St Marys Park in Bridgeport where he fished for Porgies and I threw chunks for Blues or just something bigger which he had already stated probably wouldnt happen there but I really have no interest in Porgies. He caught 4 as it was really dead there except for one small window when everyone's poles went stiff and then it died off as fast as it started. We then left there around 11:30 and went to a beach in Westport where he has been catching Stripers at incoming tide when the water is cooler. Anyway, we just kinda sat there for awhile waiting for the tide to start coming in as it was dead still. I brought 2 poles while Bill brought 1 and was just plug fishing but brilliant me figured Id dble my chances! I set up my sand spike but the beach was totally hard with small rocks and couldnt get that stupid thing into the ground more then like 3" so I built a rock pile around it to help support it. Around 1 we waded into the water just below our pockets and began to throw plugs, 2 of his friends showed up about then. Bill got a hit and caught a 26" Striper but no one else was getting anything and then........................ we heard this big splash!!!!!!!!! It was followed by a strange series of splashes in which we were all like what the hell is that and then we all went OH ****!!!!!!!! We proceeded to spin around and all start throwing plugs in that direction to try and..... you guessed it..... try and catch my pole!!!!!!!!! The big hit must have pulled enough line to apply to much pressure to that stupid sand spike not buried in the beach enough and it fell over knocking the Baitrunner clicker into set mode setting the hook and away she went through the water and gone with the wind. No luck trying to snag it!!!!! Anyway, I guess you can say I caught the big one...... sort of! If you can hear this it is the sound of me crying!!!!!! Got home around 4:30!
So the night began meeting up around around 6:30 at St Marys Park in Bridgeport where he fished for Porgies and I threw chunks for Blues or just something bigger which he had already stated probably wouldnt happen there but I really have no interest in Porgies. He caught 4 as it was really dead there except for one small window when everyone's poles went stiff and then it died off as fast as it started. We then left there around 11:30 and went to a beach in Westport where he has been catching Stripers at incoming tide when the water is cooler. Anyway, we just kinda sat there for awhile waiting for the tide to start coming in as it was dead still. I brought 2 poles while Bill brought 1 and was just plug fishing but brilliant me figured Id dble my chances! I set up my sand spike but the beach was totally hard with small rocks and couldnt get that stupid thing into the ground more then like 3" so I built a rock pile around it to help support it. Around 1 we waded into the water just below our pockets and began to throw plugs, 2 of his friends showed up about then. Bill got a hit and caught a 26" Striper but no one else was getting anything and then........................ we heard this big splash!!!!!!!!! It was followed by a strange series of splashes in which we were all like what the hell is that and then we all went OH ****!!!!!!!! We proceeded to spin around and all start throwing plugs in that direction to try and..... you guessed it..... try and catch my pole!!!!!!!!! The big hit must have pulled enough line to apply to much pressure to that stupid sand spike not buried in the beach enough and it fell over knocking the Baitrunner clicker into set mode setting the hook and away she went through the water and gone with the wind. No luck trying to snag it!!!!! Anyway, I guess you can say I caught the big one...... sort of! If you can hear this it is the sound of me crying!!!!!! Got home around 4:30!
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