FIN-ITE 34
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Hit the Passaic last night for about an hour after dinner. When I arrived at the parking area I noticed my buddies truck already parked there along with another vehicle I recognized. I knew they were all down at the honey hole, hammering it to death with spoons and spinnerbaits. I called my buddy on my cell and told him I was coming down to give them a beatin' with my fly rod and he laughed. I put my kayak in the water and in about five minutes I was down to where the action is. My two buddies were slinging metal and had caught one small dink and the other chap had caught one decent fish.
I paddled around them and down river about thirty yards to within their casting distance, to water they were working with their baits. I pulled my kayak over to the bank in an open area, got out of the boat and fished from the bank. I cast to water they had or were working and over the next 30 minutes missed two fish and landed three. They caught zero. When we met back at the parking area they were both talking about getting out their fly rods. No shit.
Some of those fish get hammered everyday with metal and plastic baits pulled through the water, but there is something they can't resist about a big fluffy, pulsating, suspending articulated deceiver being stripped through the water. They don't just eat it, they inhale it. So much so that I have gone to a big, single front hook with a fishskull shank for the rear articulated section. Two hooks was just too much of a pain to remove from the fish and they seem to eat the fly from the head anyway.
My buddy took this picture of me releasing one of the fish, you can see what is remaining out of the mouth of an eight inch long deceiver.
I paddled around them and down river about thirty yards to within their casting distance, to water they were working with their baits. I pulled my kayak over to the bank in an open area, got out of the boat and fished from the bank. I cast to water they had or were working and over the next 30 minutes missed two fish and landed three. They caught zero. When we met back at the parking area they were both talking about getting out their fly rods. No shit.
Some of those fish get hammered everyday with metal and plastic baits pulled through the water, but there is something they can't resist about a big fluffy, pulsating, suspending articulated deceiver being stripped through the water. They don't just eat it, they inhale it. So much so that I have gone to a big, single front hook with a fishskull shank for the rear articulated section. Two hooks was just too much of a pain to remove from the fish and they seem to eat the fly from the head anyway.
My buddy took this picture of me releasing one of the fish, you can see what is remaining out of the mouth of an eight inch long deceiver.
