Hola Amigos. Just got back from a most excellent trip to Martha’s Vineyard, well it would have been most excellent if I had caught more fish. So let’s just leave it at “excellent”
I got to tag along with Mrs. Murray while she photographed our friend’s nuptials. The wedding was pretty great but my focus was elsewhere.
photo by Mrs. Murray
Before I left for the island I called in for some expert advice from a local hero on how to land an albie from shore and was told, find a likely spot and, “blind cast your face off”
Over the course of the weekend I spent almost 20 hours blind casting for albies who never showed where promised. Assholes, obviously.
It being derby time, the likely spots were pretty crowded.
Side note: as Mrs. Murray and Dr. Devlin were dropping me off at the jetty, I saw a familiar face in the parking lot - none other than Bob Popovics in the mother fucking place to be, Martha’s Vineyard, fishing the Derby. I said hello and made some fishing chatter; Mrs. Murray, never the one to turn down the chance to talk to strangers chimed in, only to be severely star struck later when I told her that the big man she was talking about “diffuse light” with was Mr. Pop Fleyes himself (he being the only fishing personality/celebrity she knows about).
Seems that others were given the same advice
But even the hardcore get bored.
I thought musky and steelhead were supposed to be the fish of a thousand casts. At the rate I’m going albies are going to be up there too.
Never underestimate the continental breakfast
Also spent a few hours fishing at night and only managed one semi-disabled bluefish.
(30 second exposure)
This bluefish looks like Sling blade, no?
God damn it anyway. MV is a seriously beautiful place and I would move there in a heartbeat. If anyone knows a builder who is looking for a great PM with a fishing habit let me know.