As you can see from the Gorton's Fisherman raingear, it wasn't all that pleasant out on the 2nd. Between the rain and trying not to fall out of the boat, this is the only fishy picture Nori was able to manage. Within an hour of our arrival back in Wellfleet, a doosey of a thunderstorm rocked the area. Power out, thunder shaking the house, the whole nine yards. We had heard that an unfortunate fisherman had been struck by lightning and killed the previous day in the Orleans area. We wanted no part of that.
Jeff clearly had his sealegs on while I contrastingly most definitely did not. He seemed not to understand why I couldn't immediately scramble into the front of the boat to fire off a shot at the commotion of birds and fish on the surface while we coasted in. It was however a very enjoyable day. About 10 stripers landed on a combination of stickbaits and pencil poppers along with as many as 30 bluefish. Everyone got wet, but no one fell in or out of the boat. Thanks Jeff!
Oh, and sorry about losing so many of your lures to the bluefish and the prop. I'll try to hook you up with some flies this fall if you're up for some WB angling.
Maybe I'll get the opportunity to try to throw you over the side of the driftboat too.
Until then...
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