Val S. and I were dressed for it...four layers including a windbreaker, but the chill still crept in. Where's the St. Bernard with the cask of brandy when you need him?
Here, Val is apologizing for catching yet another striper while I'm still fishless.
It was at about this point that Mark M. came alongside in his boat to say hi. I'd been watching him catch one fish after another using spinning gear and asked him what was his secret. He showed me the bait he was using [one we did a post on a few days ago] and told me he was casting out, counting to five, and then bringing the bait back in with sharp jerks. He also had some nice comments to make about this blog...which, of course, I appreciated; it's so seldom one gets feedback on this sort of thing.
Clearly, Mark M. knows what he's doing out there.
Photo is one of Val's fish with a blue/white Lefty's deceiver in it's lip.
"With that said, I think yesterday might be my last trip to the Housy until next November...."
This is probably a good move on Mark's part as the fish in the Housatonic seem more scattered and more difficult to find with each successive trip.
We won't see Val for a while as he's off to Costa Rica [if the volcanos don't close the airports in CR again]; hopefully, he'll forward us some fish photos from there that we can post on this blog.