"WHEW THAT WAS CLOSE!!"
That's what some of our skipjacks were saying after close encounters of the striped kind.
BandDad called the other day and invited me out for a lower Caney patrol in search of the big stripers. We fished some in the lower Caney and on into the Cumberland.
Caught nice, big baits easily and were soon pulling them along as they did what BanDad calls the "Come Eat Me" dance. They are very good at it and in fact, more than once I had to stop myself from just diving in after them and taking a bite.
There were some exciting moments to be sure, but no hookups on the big boys.
With a worn out set of batteries and virtually no trolling motor power left, we headed back toward the ramp, but decided to try and catch a few skipjack just for grins.
BandDad had a string running of something like 10 casts and 20 fish before it was over. Sometimes 4 at once. I caught one little bitty baby striper, about the size of my hand, and he caught a sauger.
Thanks BandDad. Great day. Sure beats mowing the lawn.