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.
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