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Originally Posted by DaveS
Piemma I remember you said once that ya almost cashed in your chips out there at North Rip. I looked at some pics of it last night, it seemed pretty docile, but that could have just been a nice day, how bad does it get and what makes it so bad?
All those spots are pretty much what I've been told, I guess ya just fish where ya can according to what weather your dealt, I'll figure em out  . I've read and re-read some of DZ's posts about the place and I think from what I've read I kinda get a good idea of where and when. The guy I'm going with fished it last week for the first time, and he caught a bunch of fish, so we at least have a place to start. I am so stoked to go, been casting towards that island for years now I get to stand on it
Going over Thursday AM. Now I gotta decide on 2 rods. Was thinking an Arra 1084 and a GSB1201L, but something is telling me to bring the 1205 instead of the 1201L. Recommends?? |
So I will not relive the whole story but it was 1989 and my friend Larry Tremblay and I are making a 1 day/night commando raid on the Island. First place we hit about 2 in the afternoon is the North Rip. There are 2 guys way out and they are landing bass in the 20# range. Now this was 89 remember so it was 36" minimum and 1 fish. We stared heading out on the bar and casting along the way. I hook up on a decent fish and all of a sudden I am sliding off the bar as the fish and the current and the wind is pushing me. The bar, way out, is maybe 5 feet wide and soft sand. 15 feet deep on both sides of the 5 foot sandbar. I clipped the fish off and drove the butt of an 11' white lami into the sand and just held on. 20 years dulls the memory a bit but I remember Larry trying to hand me the end of his rod for me to grab. It took me about 15 minutes to get back in, soaked in sweat and scared &^%$less.
We left and headed over to the other side of the Island and parked at Black Rock. About 1/2 an hour later the 2 guys who were out on the end came driving up to us. One of the guys had just his underwear on and was wrapped in a blanket. Seems that they were brothers and he had gotten swept off the bar and his waders filled with water. He brother was a Coastie and swam out and rescued him. We were all absolutely freaked out.
North Rip is just too dangerous for me to fish and I take calculated risks all the time. Much later that night we hammered big fish at SW Point.