Left the office today at noon to hit the incoming tide. The day was sunny and breezy or blustery or down right howling, depending in which direction you cast.
Preston and I fished poppers. A good cutt hit my first cast about ten feet off the beach. He missed and I waterloaded and recast to the exact same spot and hooked it. After a couple jumps, the cutt bought it's freedom. In the next few hours, I saw about six fish jump. In fact, they weren't just ordinary jumps, but these fish really caught some big air. I rose over a dozen fish with an extremely slow retrieve. It was a lot of fun, and in the big waves, roily surf and high winds, a popper just sitting on the surface or, at the most, twitched back slowly provoked some outrageous, freestyle, cartwheeling strikes. Leland.
