Yesterday was the 2017 summer solstice, the longest day of the year. While it’s sad to think that already the days will be growing shorter, summer is just starting and we still have another three maybe four months of solid striper fishing. I just need to break this slump I seem to be in.
I made it down to Sandwich last night. The incoming tide was less than desirable, and the wind was whipping off the back marsh made fishing the river nearly impossible. Relegated to the beach, I spent the next few hours in futility, retrieving my casts with nothing to show but some mung. A few other guys managed to scrape a couple small schoolies out of the surf but I wasn’t so lucky.
I knew of some folks down the road at Scorton creek, and I toyed with moving down there. Reports were that it was slow there too, only they were getting hammered with bugs. So by 9pm, I was back in the parking lot, beverage in hand. Brief consideration was given to continuing the night elsewhere but I decided to retire for the night and head home.
One of the great things about fishing Cape Cod is that even if the fish aren’t biting you still get some of the most beautiful vistas. Last night was no exception. Here are some photos:
Hook & Spoke 