Randy and I hit Russos at 2:00 and headed west.
Low tide to beginning incoming no wind. Chased Ghost stories in Sherman with stops near Lauritzens and the break. RIP
Ran fast back east late in the afternoon weak incoming tide and overcast. Finally see a couple of boils and bait sprinkles on top. Sent the spook out to scout but only love taps. Back to casting to the tules and the large ones wanted it close. Bone Super Spook was EN FUEGO. Started whackin the largies while hearing stripers slashing bait in the distance. Whiplash I say trying to keep track of the noise.
Was getting tail slapped and sucked every other cast.
Bobby Barrack briefly crashed the party with 2 fly guys aboard but soon departed realizing we was outgunned as the Pickerell brothers were in town. We moved again to the woods and continued seeing bass willing to go on top.
No action on spinnerbaits, frogs or jigs.
Still getting bait busting and occasional slash off the bank. Ran through a number of largemouth.
Hit dead end cove with wood and all hell breaks loose with Randy and I on doubles of big stripers in 2 ft of water. We do the pole dance and swap ends of the boat as my fish wraps around two trees and the trolling motor. Randy’s heads for Benicia ripping off 65# spectra at will. I muscle mine out of two trees. He sees bare spool and buttons down his drag. POP his fish is off. Randy lifts the trolling motor and frees my line and I land a 15# fish.
I was pumped and Randy was not.
Light was failing so we head for Circle your Wagons for a few last throws. BOOM DOUBLE. Nice HOT fish making headway on Curado 300 with 65# braid. By this time I am obviously vibrating
At this point R is pissed and starts photographing only parts of my fish
Back out Friday!