not just a school, but miles of busting bass frothing the water?

Striprman, your credibility is slipping faster than the Titanic sank.....might wanna ease up like JohnR said!:uhuh: I ought to know as I have many times pushed my credibility to the edge but never over!:laugha:

I have seen a horse fly but I have never seen a bass blitz???? :smash:

I thought I saw a fake bass blitz once but I was mistaken!:huh:

Damn it, where are my meds??? Honey, have you seen my medication??? Or a real bass blitz?:eek:

haha you still talking to yourself?:smash: :smash: :smash:

Did I say that....:confused:

did you?

Did I what...?:hidin: There is that damn voice again.....:eyes:

Originally posted by BigFish
Did I what...?:hidin: There is that damn voice again.....:eyes:



Jiffy pop pop pop

Just talkin' bout' Shaft!:laugha:

Who is the man with the striper in his hand....oooooo...Link, just talkin' bout' Link!:eek:

our lathe went poop last night :(

:bc: I am sorry to hear that.....were you two close?:rolleyes:

I have....as far as you could see, nothing but bass, all around the boat....to the point I had to stop the motor an wait for them to sound....once in a life time siteing.

Steve was that in the late fall? We seen one day like that outside the east end of the canal it was just incredible with bass in any direction. Nothing big but average was 24-25" and probably 1000 acres of boiling fish at once.

Morris Island before the new inlet. Flat calm, Bass busting to the left as far as you could see. All the way across and to your right towards the inlet for over 2hrs. Every cast 5 to 15#ers

it was mid summer, just outside monomoy pt. came around the corner an bang, ran into acres of them. never seen it again.

wow kewl.

Link,
You been usin hair dye???
Later,
Rick

Back in the late sixties early seventies there were three of us Cuttyhunk boats in Quicks Hole. Had been in there since midnite, blowing Norwest and cold. It was in October. False dawn brought the fish into another feeding frenzy and the current was dieing off. The lighter it was getting, I figured any minute the fish would quit biting. I was wrong. The bite came on hotter . We were working all fish from twenty pounds on up, towing plugs and having a ball. It was light enough to see across the hole easily and one of the other guides hollered across to "Take a look across the hole, see the birds working.!"
Sure enough, there was a major bunch of birds working over towards South Rock. Looking down that way and across to the West the birds spread out across the entire distance and were coming down the dieing current towards us.
We rigged casting rods and poppers for the fun that was to come and shortly the water was alive with squid being chased by Bass in all sizes. There were mostly fish from 20 pounds on up and some big girls mixed in. I quickly changed to white bucktails and had my guys casting and letting the jigs sink for a count of five before beginning to bring them in. I was hoping to get below the smaller fish and was hoping to find some large below.
We were rewarded with eight fish between 35 pounds and 48 pounds. Just as quick as we would get the jig cast out and sinking it seemed those big mothers were laying there waiting. We had to reel up the trolling rigs because the big fish were raising heck with the light casting rods we were using.
I looked around the whole of Quicks Hole and from North Rock to South Rock. from Fox Point to the North West corner of Pasque there were birds working, squid leaping out of the water and Striped Bass just slurping away.
That was one of the biggest blitzes I have seen. I saw similar action at The Pigs, Devils Bridge and down to Squibby but that morning in Quicks Hole was the best!
They came up with the Slack Current and the Sun and kept feeding till the current was running hard to the South. The sun was well up by then, the fish stopped feeding and we went back to the Island for a well deserved rest.

I saw a huge blitz while fishing Boston harbor with a friend of mine, hundreds of bass, all small stuff but still bass. He said he sees that alot there. First for me though.

A couple times this past year there were huge blitzes around the east end. The whole cove around the beach was boiling with bass, like Salty said all in the range of 25'. It happened during october. It made me drive an hour and half there 3 times a week for a month. What is the name of the beach there, on the cape side of the canal?

Seen a bunch of them. In 75" and 76" workin' w/ Capt. Lucky on the old Seawitch outa Barnstable we had two years in a row blitzes on Billingsgate where 30. 40 and 50 pound fish were on vast schools of squid. The sports on our boat, as were all the other charter boats, were casting Atom Reverses in Amber, Wine and Purple. This was the famous 4th of July Blitzes. The first day we were on them the 4 guys that chartered the boat had 28 fish, nothing under 30 pounds and two in the fifties. All spin casting from a drifting boat.

Then there was June of 78' with my friend Jihn Trainor in his green 4 wheel drive Ford van on Nauset. We started taking fish in the early morning hours on Gibbs cating swimmers in white. When dawn broke it got even better and the sight was amazing. For a good mile in each direction there were bass right in the wash and even more offshore feeding with birds all over them. I f I remember correctly we took near 30 fish to market that day. All 15 to 25 pounders.

Just the year before last we had a two week blitz on Middleground between the Vineyard and the Elizabeths where we caught fish from sun up to sun down as long as the tide was moving. The bass were gorging on squid and I broke out the old Reverses and we slayed them up to the mid twenty pound range.
Everywhere we looked up and down the rip face it was squid jetting out of the water and bass beneath them and gulls picking them out of the air as they sailed out of the first wave to escape the bass.

The best recent was last September on Race Point to High High where me and LaFleur took over 60 fish apiece on needles one night. The event started at around 7:00PM and at 8:30 the next morning we quit cause the Bluefish started to show up. I have 11 inch sandeels in my freeze from that night that the bass were pushing up on the beach as a memento. Biggest sandeels I have ever seen.

There were more as well. My best night on Monomoy was july 26th 1978. I hooked up over thirty times but only landed 14 fish. Smallest bass was 38 pounds. Largest was 42 pounds, I know I had bigger fish on. Came close to getting spooled twice that night
I was fishing with Benny Mastro and #^&#^&#^&#^& Pleska that night. Even though Benny fished right along side of me and was on more times tham I can count he never landed a fish. And #^&#^&#^&#^& took off to the south to fish the new break between north and south Monomoy and took only one 25 pounder. Boy he was really pissed when he came back in the morning.

Blitzes happen more than you think, you got to spend more time in the water or in the surf in order to experience them.

Great fishin' stories!!!

Lets hope they continue

Seen a few and look forward to the next one. They are all memorable but the one that is etched in my mind forever occurred midweek in mid Oct 1981 SW point, (while surfcasting by myself), on a cold rainy nasty Norwest blowing 25. I had fished sunset till about 9pm and got 2 nice fish in the mid 30's then went up to the truck quite please with myself, had a bite to eat and fell asleep (I had been fishing for 4 nights already). No one was around; there were no houses in those days out that way...just a small dirt road thru the briars that scratched your truck all the way to the point. It was pitch black. At 2am, I had the #^&#^&#^&#^& scared out of me as some guy pounded on my window, which had my head resting on it. I rolled down the window; the wind and rain came blasting in...An out of breath slickered covered guy said something I will never forget the rest of my life... " If I were you I'd get down there"...I stepped out of the truck and saw the largest pile of bass I had ever seen. Huge fish, with enormous distended stomachs...some looked as wide as they did long. He then said, "I came up to re-load with a new real, I just got spooled, its just you and us, this is the most amazing thing I've ever seen...get down there!"...THANKS for waking me man!
Within seconds I had my waders and gear on and was making my way out to the point on the slime covered unstable softballs. The surf was up, the current was moving fast out, and there was a really nice break on the bar, you could see the drop off perfectly by the white water. I got as close as I dare and lobbed an eel off the edge of the bar. The bail had not closed and the eel was inhaled. I switched to a bottle plug after that fish, no need to mess with an eel when it is that hot. The fishing was the best I had ever experienced anyplace from the surf and every single cast you connected, if you dropped it, another picked it up within seconds, the *smallest* fish I had was 32#. There were no small fish at all in there. Most of the fish were about 36-38#. There were 3 of us there, the other 2 guys left around 4am because they had enough and had fish well in the 40's and some 50's stacked like cordwood. You had to see it to believe it. I wish I had my camera. It looked like a haul seine. (This was in the days of no limits and a lot of guys were selling bass to offset their fishing habit and to make a few bucks)
I was a trophy seeker not looking for $, and released all but two fish that were bleeding badly One went 38 and the other 47. But being the gluten that I am I stayed by myself and fished till the bite stopped at daybreak...and it went off like a light switch when the sun came up. I lost count on the numbers...it really does not matter it was non-stop. But I can say honestly that it was every single cast for something like 6 hours...even a bad cast that the wind got would connect within a few cranks of the reel. I even took a 30-minute break and sat on the beach resting (and thanking God Almighty for this experience), got back up and again, fish on within seconds of the plug landing on the water.

I lost a lot of gear that night too, went thru 3 spools of line and at least 4 or 5 plugs. It was the last time I fished 17# test line from BI. I was in my mid 20's and was obsessed with the sport at that time. I kept my mouth shut all day. I went down to the boat where each morning the fisherman would come to load their fish they caught on the boat to be picked up by the market in PJ. You could see who did what then, it was the place to be at 7:00am, fish or no fish; you went down to see what everyone did. I knew that if anyone saw the pile of bass these guys had the word would be out...But as my luck would have it they did not load their fish on the boat, they drove their truck on the boat and their fish were in the covered back of the pickup, which had a cap on it. No one saw these fish. I spoke to the two guys and they said..."We are going back to Ohio today...I bet I know where you will be tonight!"
The next day, I could not sleep...I was so pumped I just could not chill out. I went to twin maples and re-loaded with plugs and line...I even spooled one with 50# and. (this was pre-braid days)
the others were 25#. I was going to mow them this night.

The guy looked at me with my bloodshot eyes, cut hands, and tired and spent posture and said.."So, I see by the line on these reels and what you are buying that you got into them last night eh?"...All I said was "oh yeah".

I had a good meal, did my daily ritual of reloading and cleaning out my truck, stopped by the Manisses and re-filled my thermos with gourmet coffee (I love this stuff when I fish) Arrive at dusk and fished my ass off till dawn and caught....NOTHING. Dead. I could not believe it but there was not a fish to be had.:smash:
One other guy showed up around midnight and asked me if I had done anything, my classic response which we all have heard was: you should have been here the night before..."

Mr sandman, its stories like that that keep me fishin'

thanks!:D

Block Island... Block Island... Block Island... Block Island... Block Island...

Fall Run this year at Block!...

You're killing me!...

Awesome story man!

I've been in situations where there have been schools of fishing beating the carp outta bunker etc but nothing like that. Must've been one of the one in a million:D

Congrats,

BF you have gone over like Niagra.....me to.....


:happy: :happy: :happy: :happy: :happy:

couple summers ago i worked on the canal as a park ranger...towards the end of summer,,,august maybe,,,HUGE and i do mean friggin huge schools of schoolies were just boiling down the ditch. you could have thrown a coat hanger out and caught a fish. all stripers too...no boo fish wicked kool!:cool:

In 1998 it seemed like we had a blitz just about everyday. We had the best weather that I can remember, as far as (fall) goes! And many, many, many stripers all over the place. They would chase the peanuts right up on the beach alot of days...I hope to see it like this again.

The best part about it..Was that it was right on my home beach!

Cool year!:)

Ive fished with eddie aka bass blitz before and hes a tall guy .
so thats a real large bass blitz !

About 3 miles due east of Great Point Light we hit a migration of bass and I swear, in every direction, as far as I could see were busting fish and screaming herring gulls. We only had wire and jigs on board but after only 30 - 40 feet of wire it was a hook up with a good fish of 35 - 45 inches.

That was the last time I fished with my skipper. We had been together quite a long time before then. It was him and I and his landscaper, who now owns the boat. Captain Bob is now really struggling with health problems, nursing home and things.... He was much more than a boss or a captain, but a grandfather like figure to me.

That day was hands down the best day of fishing I have ever had, in many more ways than one.

-Hooper:)