Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
There is something about the cool, crisp autumn air that makes me proud to be a surfcaster. Fall may not be the best time of the year to produce a monster striped bass, but it sure is my favorite time to ply the salty waters of New England. Some would argue that the spring push of stripers running up the eastern seaboard is your best bet at a trophy these days, yet late May just doesn't have the same "feel" as late October. The once-crowded beaches are now barren, the water is gin clear and the temp of Long Island Sound is falling fast, triggering bass and blues to feed heavily before their voyage south. The fall migration is upon us once again; soak it in now boys and girls because before you know it, we'll be dusting off the ice fishing gear.