Photo essay: Crazy Al & Friends Visit RI
We continued to watch the water looking for signs of life. For the last two weeks there had been many blitz situations with bass, blues, bonito, false albacore, skipjack or oceanic bonito, and even bluefin tuna action.
The size of the schools were enormous and both shore and boat anglers had been having a ball.
Birds were hovering over massive schools of bluefish with bass and little footballs mixed in.
Bonito like this had been everywhere.
The hungry predators were feeding on clouds of bay anchovies and lots of small peanut bunker; sometimes driving them right up on the beach.
Late Sunday morning nothing was showing and just before noontime Phil (Oz) decided it was time to head for Queens. His last words were, “I know that a half hour after I leave all hell will break out.” How right he was!
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