See Bass? . . .
Line on the Water
(NJ 04 2019)
Tenkara rod yamame tethered to a small sparkled shrimp kebari found no willing herring or striper schoolie to tempt. The floating 8-weight line on a reel reached farther into the solunar peak and still found no takers, no curious passes from bass in the deeper water where the current’s piled sand flat dropped off into dark gray.
Water calm, a pass of squall coal gray cloud and on wind holding a spatter of rain. Calm times felt in a zone, fishy, and at that when came the yank, a strong physical stop below the surface. Hot Tail Half and Half, my own fly from a box full of talented friend’s, fooled a fish, too.
One hand managed one shot on the phone fly from the battle middle when eyes saw a dark form sprinting from a puff of sand in two feet of estuary water. See bass, see not a bass, but an early fluke, a fine one flipped off with a smile as flatfish fled.
Sand Trail of a Fluke in Flight
(NJ 04 2019)
Water too cold at 47 degrees Fahrenheit ( 8 Celcius) for the striped bass where I have been to fish The search continues. The season is early.
Fishing is not catching, yet, in or out of net, there is always a view.
(NJ 04 2019)
The saltwater season of 2019 has begun.
— rPs 04 17 2019
Tenkara Takes Manhattan 