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Uncle Matt · 10-12-2004, 07:55 PM

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Found Billingsgate nearly empty boatwise and slowed down to watch the FF. Saw red everywhere from 16 feet to 25+ I believe. We jigged 4 oz. white and 4 oz. purple parachute jigs. Purple outfished the white or the red most of the day. Did welll on green jigs also. Whatever we jigged, we used colored Porkers as a trailer. Those bluefish had a field day! There were only 4 boats there and it got old after a few hours of catching blues so we moved on.

If I was to go out again though, I'd head directly to Woods End Light and jig there. Missed one very big fish jigging on wire line when the dacron backing I use between 50 yard sections of line let go. I wish we could of had that one back. We had a second WHACK that yanked the wire out of my hand when I was driving the boat trying to talk on my cell phone. So there are some good fish there in the trench just inside the pot line.

10-12-2004, 07:55 PM	#9
Uncle Matt Registered User iTrader: (0) Join Date: Oct 2001 Location: Landlocked in my own prison Posts: 1,031	P.M. - Found Billingsgate nearly empty boatwise and slowed down to watch the FF. Saw red everywhere from 16 feet to 25+ I believe. We jigged 4 oz. white and 4 oz. purple parachute jigs. Purple outfished the white or the red most of the day. Did welll on green jigs also. Whatever we jigged, we used colored Porkers as a trailer. Those bluefish had a field day! There were only 4 boats there and it got old after a few hours of catching blues so we moved on. If I was to go out again though, I'd head directly to Woods End Light and jig there. Missed one very big fish jigging on wire line when the dacron backing I use between 50 yard sections of line let go. I wish we could of had that one back. We had a second WHACK that yanked the wire out of my hand when I was driving the boat trying to talk on my cell phone. So there are some good fish there in the trench just inside the pot line.
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