On board today, I had repeat client, Billy Tedeschi, for LT and chunk mack striper. At first light, the bay was lit up like the “old days.” Tons of small fish on topwater smashing bait. Mutliple schools of fish. I am guessing the last push of migrators heading north for the summer.

As soon as the winds turned EAST, the bite shut down. Top-water was over, and chunks were not touched. Where do the fish go when the wind turns east…??? We got lucky just before the winds and tide turned, and Billy boated a 30″ incher that slammed a chunk mack in seven feet of water over a flooded flat in Plymouth. We fished chunk mack in seven more of my spots total and there were no bass on them. Zip. We ended the morning with 18 fish total and 1 keepah. Also, there were zero mack out front this morning off Gurnet. Where do they go…???

(Billy hooked two stripers at the same time, on one lure!)

OTHER NEWS: CAPT. DAVE FALLS 18 FEET

I took my first Saturday off this past week. I set out to get my yard work done and mow the hay field that use to be my lawn. Then, I started pruning the forest that has been creeping towards my house. I was 18 feet up a ladder, leaning against a huge branch coming off a huge tree. The goal was to cut the huge branch in half (the end I was not leaning on, just in cast you were wondering!!!). No problem, right? Done it a thousand times. I made my under cut, came over the top and started my final cut. Slow and easy. The half of the branch I was cutting started to sag and then it snapped. It weighed so much, that when it broke free, the other half of the branch that my ladder was leaning on, shot up six feet!!! I only had three feet of overlap with the ladder (more than enough, right?). In lightning fast speed, the ladder started to fall down and I did a complete reverse back-flip off the ladder!!! The chainsaw shot FORWARD ten feet, and I bounced off the lower part of the ladder once, as it was falling, and then hit the ground. First thought: I’m a dead man. Call me an ambulance!!! Second thought: Nothing hurts too much…. I sat up and checked myself all over expecting blood and broken parts. I was stunned. I’d swear I landed on my head but no bump. Other than being sore, shaking with adrenaline, and scraped up pretty good, I felt fine. I Finally got up, got a drink from the hose, picked up my chainsaw that was still running, and finished the job! Now every time I walk past that tree, I just look up and say, thank you God!!! There is no way I should of taken that 18 foot fall without serious injury. No way at all.

Tight Lines & always remember to say your prayers.

Capt. Dave
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