March is a lovely time for Taug fishing. However, on the big-water days, you’ll need a big boat!
There isn’t much time to be depressed about summer coming to an end. As the ocean currents begin to bring cooler water down from the north, blue marlin, white marlin and sailfish are just off our coast in big numbers.
Grand Slams are quickly becoming a common occurrence here in Coastal Virginia.
When fishing gets this good, it’s time to cash in those “sick” days.
It’s finally cobia season. Most of the fish we’re seeing are small, but that’s good news if you ask me. That’s the first indicator of things to come. Most of the fish I’m seeing are singles but every now and then, I’ll see a few schooled up.
These two could care-less about the boat. I followed them for 25 minutes, snapping photos and throwing baits. Neither one of them were hungry, but I did manage to pick off a few others.
I’m buried with work. On the one hand, I should be thankful. On the other hand I’m miserable because I have to work. Especially when it’s spring striper season.
Hampton roads is one of the few places that holds stripers pretty much all year. There are always schoolies hiding by the rocks, slot fish in all the area haunts, the goliaths during the winter and some seriously cool shallow water stripers in the spring.
Here’s a 46” spring striper. I think these are my favorite striper to catch because they’re in 5’ of water and clearly visible in the water column. Sight casting is the method of choice and it’s no gimme. On a typical day, you should be able to see ten to twenty schools of fish that contain about 100 to 200. The frustrating thing isn’t finding them, it’s getting them to eat. They only have one thing on their mind… mating. I’m usually not hungry when mating is on my mind, however, I have never missed a meal either.
If you’ve ever caught croaker from a pier, you can’t help but wonder if they’re afraid of heights. They’re so small and probably feel undersized in their world. When hooked and yanked up 30’, I wonder what they’re thinking.
These little guys became shark food. We were fishing for drum, but only caught sharks. The funny thing is, I use to surf next to this pier. Now that I know how many sharks are in the water, I’m not sure I can surf anymore. Not because I’m scared of getting bit, I just don’t want the hassle of possibly getting bit. Getting stitches and missing work is just a head ache.
This is a fairly large needle fish and it was the last fish of the day when we were just crushing the trout on the Eastern Shore.
Getting a good look at this guy sent shivers down my spine. I can’t imagine being eaten alive by this fish. We were using a red jig head with a white curly tail… he hit with so much power and surprised me and my buddy. All I could think about was being a little mullet or shad trying to get out of his mouth.
Aside from his impressive bite, he had an odor that was terrible… stunk the boat up for an hour.
This day was so amazing. The water was crystal clear and you could see the needle fish chasing out baits back to the boat. This was a three species day… trout, stripers and needle fish. (The other two did not stink).