Well I have been watching the tide height and wind speed praying that I could make another late afternoon until dark trip sight fishing again with my youngen and since softball practice got cancelled the mad dash to the water was on. After calculating roughly 2 hours of light left I chose to head to a new area to me…and so it began. After pulling up to the flat we see someone already out there wading…after seeing zero fish i said
well pressure makes fish swim across a ditch and walah… bingo! Found fish and more fish and more fish. The problem was that these fish would literally come up and almost kiss the bait and casually go back to feeding near the arties. This means high pressured fish. She made cast after cast after cast with 2 tried and true patterns but no takers…except a very nice size Whiting!
Youngen Style
