I have a memorable day where the bite was good but it wasn't a bite on my line that makes it memorable.
Summer of 2000 I took my boat out to Scorton ledge with my Dad,my son and my nephew to do a little bass fishing(and blues).
Well there was quite a crowd there that day, about 100 boats, and most everyone were trolling more or less north to south which made things easier with tangles and stuff. Well after a few bluefish and some small bass on the tubes I got a nice 38" bass so I let my dad take the next fish. As soon as the ledge showed up on the fishfinder once the tube got there a nice fish nailed it and line was coming off fast. I pulled in the other line and steered the boat while my dad turned red as he struggled with his largest bass ever, and first keeper I believe. Turned out to be 42" and twenty something pounds. The kids had fun and we did too. But the smile on my dads face is permanently etched in my memory.
Now I gotta try to see him get one bigger from shore
The best of 2001 was the morning I got my first over 30 pounder. I was into a plethora of bass untill my arms ached and barely got the beast to my truck.
5 oz white smilin bill ( ala Saltheart)did the trick with an uncle josh white rind. west tide in the canal.