Waves of weakfish hit the bar.
Springtime on the Sound.
Our footprints were the only ones
on the lake aside from the coyote tracks we followed to our spot. It was a deliberate
walk in single file, testing the ice in front of each step with whacks from a heavy
steel chisel. There should have been more ice than there was, but a recent snow
had slowed its growth and hid her imperfections. Even still, there was enough black
ice under a grey layer to make us feel comfortable, and temps would be stuck in
the 20s all day.
It was mighty good to be ice
fishing again, but in the back of our minds we knew it was fleeting. Just like last
season, it looked like we could be in for only a short window, so we had to make
it count. That’s why we took the day from work and set our alarms for 3 a.m. It’s
also why we brought more gear than we needed. What’s the point of owning all of
this stuff if we don’t get to use it?
A flag went up just as snowflakes
from a light system started to come down. Jeff noticed it first, standing tall
on the farthest tip-up in my spread. The bait was a large fallfish that I had
trapped in my home waters and vacuum-sealed almost two years before. It’s hard
to describe the feeling when approaching a dead bait flag on a windless day. Suffice
to say, it was exciting to look down and see a slow rolling spool with line off
to the side.
With a firm tug on the Dacron, my
hook found purchase in the maw of a hefty pike and the fight was on. Euphoria was
soon replaced by despair when the tension went slack. The predator below had
bolted toward the hole, fooling me into thinking I had lost her. Once I retrieved
enough line to come tight again, our spirits lifted and the battle resumed in
close quarters. The fish was still green when her jaw opened just enough for a
plastic gripper, and we kept her in the water as we removed the hook and readied
the camera.
When we pulled the entire fish from the hole, what struck me first was its color. It sported the darkest greens I had ever seen on an esox—just an absolutely gorgeous specimen, thick from head to tail, well on its way to becoming a true trophy. After quick photos and a measurement, she kicked away strong and cemented a memorable first-fish-of-the-year moment. Jeff and I were flying high for the rest of the outing and it set the tone for the ensuing days, which may or may not have been the last of the ice season. Time will tell.
I love everything about American
eels. They are arguably the most effective and versatile bait when
targeting striped bass. Many a book chapter, magazine article, and blog post
have been written about their ability to entice stripers into gulping them down
like candy. An eel was responsible for my largest bass ever landed and I’m sure
the same can be said by countless anglers up and down the Striper Coast.
For a long time now, lure makers have
been trying to, with varying levels of success, duplicate the American eel’s
shape, suppleness, and action. I have been fishing eels in nearly every fashion
possible for as long as I can remember and don’t plan on giving them up
entirely anytime soon. All that said, they are expensive, can be a pain to deal
with, and are sadly becoming scarcer as the years tick by.
Companies like Lunker City, Hogy,
RonZ, Al Gag’s, Berkley were some of the OGs of my early days of fishing eel
imitations, and they still make great baits today. However, it’s been
intriguing to witness the arms race of long, slender soft-plastics come
to market over the last 20 years. By names like Got Stryper, Game On!, Fish
Snax Lures, JoeBaggs, Zinger Baits, and Gravity Tackle to name a few. There are
limitless combinations of size, color, and rigging options available to today’s
angler for nearly any situation they could encounter. So much so the choices
can be overwhelming.
Over time, I have been building
up my arsenal of soft-plastics and my confidence in using them. I am starting
to find more consistency in my success and part of that can be attributed to selecting
the right bait and rigging style to match the spot and its conditions on a
given outing. Like in every kind of fishing that I do, it has been a fun, never
ending journey of learning. The farther down this rabbit hole I go, the more I
realize how much there is still to learn, explore, and experiment.
We’re on a loop. Enjoy the ride.
The author with a healthy striped bass that fell for a 13.5" GT eel rigged on a 1/2 oz. jig head. |