I was exhausted, but got up at 3am the next morning and hit the point.
The wind and water picked up quite a bit. There was much buzz in the
days building to the storm. Hopes that the storm might activate some fish.
Sure enough there were fish there, but almost all schoolies. I quickly
hooked up with some 18 inch fish and noticed others around me with the
same.
It didn't take long after sunrise before everyone cleared out. Ghostland
status was restored.
I took a long hike on the southside for nothing...except to watch the
spectacle. My 2.5 oz bucktails were too light for the whitewater.
I was crawling them, but still could not find bottom.
I got home Sunday afternoon...with my hometown in a frenzy. I got in
line with others to fill up cans of fuel for the melee predicted with the
arrival of Hurricane Sandy. She did not disappoint. Within 24 hours she
knocked out 100% of the power in my town and bounced this tree of my
house. I spend the next four days as a lumberjack...I hope this season is
not over. I still think I have some more fish to catch.
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