Hunting & Fishing the Chesapeake by Marshall C.L.;

Author:Marshall, C.L.;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Arcadia Publishing Inc.
Published: 2017-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

A fat, thirty-inch rockfish fell victim to a well-presented white bucktail and worm in the Pocomoke Sound. Paul Bramble photography.

I’d fished there several times at this time in the year, with no success. The few fish I’d pulled from there had been of the same sixteen-inch class that seemed to be everywhere in the bay. That’s exactly what we expected to find on this day. But we were here and decided to give it a whirl before heading to our primary destination of Pig’s Point. From there, we planned to work our way down toward Jack’s Creek. Slowing as we approached the point to survey the area, Toby decided to go “old school,” tying on a white three-fourths-ounce bucktail tipped with white worm. I opted for a pearl-colored, gray-backed rubber fish with a half-ounce lead head. My first few casts went unanswered. While making my fifth cast with no fish to show for it, I was wondering just how long we should try this. Toby was just getting his rig tied, so I thought I’d give him an opportunity to toss a few bucktails before moving elsewhere.

Casting off the back seat, with my back to Toby, I was focused on the little swirl of water coming off the back side of the point. I heard his drag begin to peel off at a regular pace. My first thought was hooked into a crab pot, signaling an opportune time to leave in search of more productive ground. His next comment got my attention. He was hooked into a good one. After several minutes of give-and-take, a fat, twenty-six-inch fish fell from the net onto the floor of the skiff. His next cast yielded another fat striper. As did his third. I still hadn’t had the first bite. When he hooked up on this fourth consecutive fish, I immediately went to the tackle box and tied on a three-fourths-ounce bucktail and tipped it with a white rubber worm. If it was working for him, it certainly should work for me.

Positioning the boat within casting range of where he’d caught the last four fish, I slipped the anchor over the stern to hold us in position. Our next two casts yielded a fish apiece. These fish were right where they should have been on the downtide side of the swirling ebb tide working around the point. These fish were not the standard sixteen-inch “cookie cutter” fish that we’d caught to this point all season. There was no need to pull a tape on them. Each was fat, healthy and clearly a new arrival to the location. The tide was running strong, and these fish were on the bottom. The heavier bucktail was the ticket to successfully catching them.

Our old school bucktails were just the trick.

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