Friday, June 28, 2013

The Weekend Pt. II

It's off in the distance, about two hundred feet away and to our right. I crouch and start furiously winding in. Immediately to my right, I hear FishTrick whistle. I think I am wound in, so I tuck my rod under my arm and turn to run. My rod arm jerks back. I'm snagged! I yank violently at the rod several times before a deafening SNAP engulfs the night air. I pause in fear for just a moment before I swing down and scoop up my pack. I swing it over one arm and I am off. Like two deer evading a tiger, we are dashing through the blur of the woods. It is not until we are several hundred feet away do we slow to catch our breaths. I listen for the sound of pursuing authorities, but there is nothing but the sound of nature around us.

We quickly and quietly make our way over the fence and back to civilization. There are sighs of relief muttered. There are high fives thrown. There are swear words spoken. We curse the Fish Gods for driving us out as the bite was picking us. We demand satisfaction. We consider what to do next. We make it back to our cars. It is 2:30 am.

The night is too young, and the stakes are too high to give up now. We decide it time to hammer some spotties. I have a special idea. FishTrick arrives first and starts fishing. Out of sight and out of mind, I prepare my secret. I walk up to FishTrick with a huge grin on my face and a float tube on my back. High fives are thrown.

On go the waders and then the fins. I slip into the water like a snake and quietly float out into the marina. I cannot remember the last time I fished with the float tube so the sensations are a bit overwhelming. It is a whole different game fishing from a float tube on the water than fishing while standing on the bank, especially with the addition of current. I am constantly moving and it is hard to work the lure the way I want. It is harder to cast from the lower position and am constantly getting hung up on the bank rocks. And once caught, I am forced to pull myself over to the snag to release myself.

Soon, I am more comfortable and am surprised when I haven't gotten a bite. The whole time, I've been working up current in between a dock and the bank. I have been trying to run my 3" swimbait (Sexy Smelt) parallel to the rocks. I reach the dock gate which has a ramp that joins it to the dock. It hovers about four feet over my head forming a bridge. I make a beautiful underarm roll-cast underneath the bridge directly to the edge of the dock. It's one of those perfect casts where you're sure that, if you're going to get a bite, it'll be with that cast. I lower my tip and allow the lure to hit the bottom. I do my hop-swim technique as I retrieve the lure back. About two or three swims in, on the drop, I get a bite. With a couple of quick turns and a long swing, I set the hook and the Serpent takes over.

Immediately, I am being pulled forward, against the current, towards the gate pilings. I start kicking as I lift my rod and wrestle the fish away from the sharp rocks. Surprisingly, I just start kicking instinctively and suddenly it's as if I were one with the water. It's like I was standing on the bank and my muscles were in perfect coordination. I didn't have to think about what I was doing and could place all my focus on battling this beast.

CGI rendering of the Serpent

After a short tug of war, the fish is too tired to pull me around. I carefully bring it in, making sure to maintain tension during the random spurts of thrashing. I get it to my hand and as I reach to lip it, the fish does the equivalent of spitting in my face; it violently writhes showering me in a spray of seawater. My glasses are covered by droplets rendering me effectively blind. I attempt to squint between the drops and jab my thumb at its face trying to get into its mouth. I finally thumb its lower jaw and lift it out of the water all the while the fish is still whipping its tail and shaking its head wildly. By the time the fish stops struggling and I victoriously hold it over my head, my thumb is bleeding and I am soaked.



It felt like, during the battle, that the fish was of size and holding the fish in my hands confirmed it. The gorgeous beast had quite a belly and was a 2 - 2.25#. I kicked my way back towards FishTrick and signaled him over to show off my catch. He congratulates me on my catch and tells me about how he just lost one a short time before. His reel is too low and is no longer fishable. I tell him that he can use my extra rods. Our conversation is interrupted as a man makes his way off a boat and walks towards the dock ramp. In a flash, FishTrick disappears into the night. I, however, cannot move nearly as fast and agilely. By the time the man reaches the ramp, I am a mere ten feet away, caught directly under a street lamp. I freeze. I figure I just need to act natural. I remain silent. The man is looking down, but walking directly at me. He reaches the ramp and makes a sharp left away from me onto the ramp. He never looks up. I don't make a sound. He continues up the ramp and exits. I start kicking as hard as I can back towards my launch zone.

FishTrick is already there. "Did he see you?" he asks. "No, I don't think so. I just sat perfectly still and it didn't look like he looked up." "I think he saw me." "Eh, I don't think it's a problem. It doesn't look like he gives a shit." FishTrick helps me climb up the beach and we walk back to our cars.

"I think I'm gonna roll out."

"Like I said, you can use one of my rods."

"Nah I'm gonna head out and try to catch up on some sleep."

"All right, brotha. Good fishing."

I put away the tube and gear back into my car. I get into the driver's seat and start the engine. It's almost four in the morning. I pull my phone out of my pocket. I open my browser and go to a tide table. 9:54 am- low tide. Almost six hours away. That means the water's still pretty high, but it'll be mostly slack, not ideal fishing conditions. I think about what FishTrick said and think of my own warm, soft bed at home. I turn off my car.

I grab my rod and walk out to the rocks. I line myself up to parallel the dock piling nearest to me. It's a lane that has produced many fish for me before, but not recently. I am still using the same swimbait. I make a long cast that goes about six feet past the piling upcurrent. I let lure settle to the bottom. I let it sit for about seven seconds before I start a slow wind. I know that to the right of the piling is a patch of eelgrass that is probably whats holding the fish. As I wind in, I go just slow enough to ticked the top of the blades. Just like I anticipated I get the familiar "tic-tic." I wind in and swing! The fish comes barreling at me and I am trying to wind in all the slack. I feel it wedging itself into the rock crevasses on the way back to me. Each time I ease a bit on the line and slowly start pulling. The easing of the line seems to make the fish stop pulling so hard and then I can more easily pull it out of its hole. I get it to the bank and quickly take a picture. I give it a kiss and let it swim off, then I shoot FishTrick an email. "First cast after you left!" Sucker.


I reach into my pocket and pull out a celebratory spliff. I light it up and take a hit. I make a long cast into the channel. I count as my lure slowly drops to the bottom. 24... 25... 26... My line goes limp. I let my breath out slowly through my nose. I can smell the pungent aroma of the smoke as it exits my nostrils. The moment is now even more real. The water. The rocks. The sky. I am really here. Of the nearly infinite ways that our universe could have arranged itself, it has arranged itself into this moment. It is almost five in the morning. I am standing alone, under a bridge, wet and cold, smoking a joint and having the time of my life.

The deep black sky slows turns navy blue and then a bright violet. Day is coming and my time here is running short. I make my last cast. Well, just one more. Then for real, the last one. Okay, time to head out. I take a few steps towards my car. Just one more. I turn back to the water and make a cast next to the dock where I think FishTrick lost his prize earlier. Bump, hop, bump, hop. I slowly work the lure back to me. About twenty five feet out, while on the sit, I get a single tick, but there's no mistaking it. I snap my body to the right and it's like snagging on a rock. Usually on the set I am able to turn the fish's head, but this time, it was like hitting a brick wall. Then it goes from a stonewall to a bucking bronco as the beast gets angry and starts to tug and run in the water. After an intense battle, I proudly hold up another beautiful Serpent. I pull out my scale. A hair over 2#. Exactly as I had estimated. I give it a peck and thank it for ending my session perfectly.

I end up back in my car. It's a little past six. Two hours before I gotta get to work. I'll take a power nap, I decide. I lower my backrest and wad up a sweater as a pillow. I close my eyes and start to nod off.

Images of the next Serpent swim through my head...

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

The Weekend Pt. I

It is 5:54 pm. Six more minutes. Brrrnng! My alarm goes off and in a flash I am out the door. Soon, I'm on my bike and the clinic is just a blur behind me as I fly past idle cars stuck at the light. I reach back to my seat and turn on my rear light. I cup the light as I make a quick peek to check if it's working. It flashes. Check. I signal left with my arm and my body follows suit; a left turn so sharp that a flitter of sparks cascades from my pedal as it makes contact with the street.

The cars are bumper to bumper. I glance at the drivers to make eye contact then deftly slip through the four cars to get to the far right lane.  I would be cold if it weren't for the immense heat radiating from the stopped cars to my left. I switch down to a lower gear and torque my body as I power up the hill ahead of me, squeezed in between cars and a wall. My quads and calves start to burn. I resort to a standing peddle. I try to take advantage of inspiration whenever I pass a vehicle playing some body-shaking pop song or bravado-instilling hip hop. I keep going.

Fifteen minutes later I am at the top. I stop and manually pick up and turn my bike to face the slope now ahead of me. Beads of sweat roll down my forehead as I grin. My hands slide down from the hoods to the drops. I look to my left, waiting for a break in traffic. The light changes and some cars in the opposite lane start turning left. I am clear. I lift my feet to the peddles and I am already moving before I even push.

As I pick up speed I am shifting upgear in order to catch up. In a few seconds I am at my highest gear and peddling as hard as I can. My hair is whipping in the wind and my eyes start to water. I can't see anything. "I could easily die right now." I casually think to myself. "No. Not before I fish." I start to blink emphatically in an effort to clear my eyes of (what I call) adventure-tears. There are no cars. All of the traffic is going in the opposite direction. I have both lanes to myself. I start to swerve back and forth, content in the lap of luxury.

Thirty three minutes later. I hop off my bike and enter my den (aka the FishLab TM). I need to get everything ready ASAP. I start throwing piles of clothes and bags of tackle into my car. My float tube and waders are already in the trunk. I try to go through a mental checklist, but I know I can never remember everything. The anticipation is getting to me. A faint giggle escapes me like I'm a giddy school girl. I hop into the driver's seat and back out of the garage.

One hour seven minutes later I am exiting the freeway. I drive for several minutes through the City of Long Beach before I arrive at a little residential street adjacent to a bridge that's adjacent to a park. I turn off my car and shoot my fishing buddy, FishTrick, a quick text. "Where are you?" I get out and start preparing my gear. I pull one rod out of the car. Then two. Then three. I get to seven before I decide... "No, that's too many." I slide the seventh rod back into my car, next to two others that will be staying behind. I have a crankbait, frog, Texas-rigged craw-worm, Senko, Sammy, and buzzbait tied on; each is ready to be deployed at a moment's notice.

My phone beeps. "north of the bridge on the west side" All right, west bank of Flats A it is. I start the trek towards the lake.

FishTrick and I don't manage to hook up with any fish. I get one missed bite much later in the evening (around 10:00 pm) on a crankbait, fan-casting parallel to the bank. The water had a decent amount of chop which really seemed to hurt the topwater bite we were looking for. I threw pretty much everything I had at some point and did not get any action other than the missed crankbait bite.

We fish until about 10:30 pm before we decide to get grab some food. We roll out and annihilate some burgers and tacos before heading back to fish the real jewel... a no fishing-access pond. The night before, I had prepared everything I would need. I packed my hiking backpack with my float tube and all the equipment as well as the clothing that I would be taking on an upcoming backpacking trip. I was going to see how difficult it would be to walk around with all of that weight.

With our backpacks on and our rods in our hands, we peek up from the bluff towards the large street in front of us. There is a break in the stream of cars. We make a sprint up the stairs and leap across the street. We get to the other side and quickly act inconspicuous. "Don't mind us... just two dudes walking down the street at 12:30 in the morning with backpacks and fishing rods" is the message I try to convey with my body language. We make our way towards the gate. We try to jog across the bridge, stopping to walk nonchalantly at every passing car. We get to the gate and the opening that allows us entrance. Rod, jump, rod, jump. Team Smoke on the Water is like a well oiled machined. The art of ninja fishing is now a science to us.

Soon we are inside. Though we are in the heart of urbanization, it is easy to forget all of that in here. We are surrounded by trees enveloped by darkness. The faint silouette of the towering skyline gives pause as the back of one's mind comtemplates the idea of entering the shadows. Owls hoot and small critters shuffle through the thickets. It is an ideal place for one's imagination to stage a coup. We enter a pathway in the trees. The starry sky ocassionally peeks out from above the thick canopy. On either side of us things continue to shuffle through the underbrush. We remain ever vigilant of unnatural sounds... the sounds of men.

We reach the water. We cautiously approach, listening for any hint of danger. No people. No helicopters. No trouble. We start to fish. FishTrick is the first to hook up. A little 3/4 lbr. A rat, but big enough to wipe the skunk off of us. I'm next to hook up. I am throwing a 4" Yamasenko (black + chart. fleck) wacky rigged with an O-ring. The bite is so light, I don't even know I have a bite until I lift the rod tip. A bit larger. About 1 lb. Another round of high fives.


2# Largemouth Bass caught by FishTrick
I give my line a test yank and with a quiet snap the line breaks. I walk around around the bend to get some light from a lamp. Seated on some steps I have my head down and am focused on tying a knot without adequate lighting. Suddenly, I hear a commotion and sounds of running coming towards me. I look up just in time to see a huge raccoon shoot a mere foot past my feet. It was over so fast I didn't even have a chance to react. I just sit there for a moment, looking up at the spot the raccoon flew by me. Then I take a breath and look back down to the knot I was in the middle of tying.

I wander back over to FishTrick. He says, "You missed it, bra!" "Oh no, bra, YOU missed it!" I reply. FishTrick proceeds to tell me about how he hooked up with a 2 lbr (which for this water is a dEEEEEEEEEcent serpent) and was walking over to show me, but was intercepted by two raccoons, one of which he ended up chasing away and is presumably the one that almost gave me rabies.



After a few more casts, I get a bite. I wind in and swing. Nothing. Hmmm... I make a few more casts to the same spot. Another bite. I wind in and swing. Nothing! I think, "He must just be a little guy." Another cast. This time I don't feel the bite. As I start to wind in slack, I notice my line is moving to the left. I wind in tight and swing. I hit meat! Ends up being about a pounder.

I lose my Senko and it takes me several minutes to rig on another. I make another cast. A light to the right catches my eye. A LIGHT?! It's a flashlight...

Check back soon for part two...

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Flavor of the Month - Spotty Special

Three words. One name. All thriller. The Spotted Sand Bass (SSB), more popularly known in Long Beach as Spotted Bay Bass or just "Spotty." I have only recently gotten into Spotty fishing, but it has very quickly replaced Largemouth Bass (LMB) as my goto species.

Fishing for Spotties has many advantages:

1. It fills a special niche is that often overlooked. It lies right between freshwater bassfishing and big game salt water fishing. Because it is overlooked, it seems like it receives less pressure.
2. They seem to be more naive to the dangers of anglers. I can easily fish at El Dorado Park, throwing ever lure I have in my tackle box with every retrieve I can think of into every nook and cranny I can imagine and yet not produce a single bass. Yet, I can go target some spotties with one lure (a 1/4oz leadhead with 3" swimbait) and feel 80% confident I will get some action. With the addition of 2 other lures (a 1/4-3/4oz swim jig with a #3.5 - 5 blade trailer) and a 1/2-5/8oz spinnerbait, I will 95% confident that if there was a fish in an area that was willing to bite anything, I probably would have caught it on one of those lures. Even more to the point, there's a trend in Largemouth Bass fishing towards realism, which I think makes sense, yet with spotty fishing, I have no confidence qualms about the need for eyes on the jig head. In general, the fish just seem more aggressive and willing to bite first and sort through the details second (my kinda fish!)


3. This leads me to my next pro: Aggressiveness. When I caught my first spotty, I was sure I hooked up on a 4-5 lb fish, only to realize after the intense struggle, that it was a mere 12 incher! Spotties fight hard, period. Many would argue that they are pound for pound the most fightin'est bass around. I haven't had the privilege of catching every species of bass, but objectively, the spotty is looking like a damn-good contender.

4. If you know LMB fishing, you basically know spotty fishing. The way you dissect the marine bay is the same as if it were a freshwater body. Docks, cover, rocks. What do they have in common? They hold spotties. Hop a texas-rigged plastic worm through some eelgrass (seaweed). Slow roll a spinnerbait next to the rocks. Skip a swimbait under the docks and let the current gently drift it down. All ways of producing fish. If you like LMB fishing, you already like SSB fishing. You just get to catch more fish and harder fighting fish.

5. It's convenient. I love the outdoors and love a good hike as much as anyone, but the convenience of fishing within a short work of ones vehicle is surprisingly sweet. Without a long walk from my car to the water (e.g., parking outside El Dorado and walking in) I can start fishing more quickly and gain more overall time actually fishing. Often I could say that I fished for 3 hours, but that includes walking to and from the car. Having a 2 minute walk from my car gives me that much more actual fishing time, compared to a 20 minute walk. It also means I'd have to leave earlier as well. Double bummer.

It also has disadvantages:
1. Lack of access. Far and away the greatest difficulty in SSB fishing is access. There are just so few places to fish for them, especially in Long Beach. The places that spotties live are the property of others and they don't take kindly to strangers. Basically the City of Long Beach has effectively banned the fishing of spotties (from shore) through their restrictions on fishing.

2. Salt water is corrosive. A reoccuring theme is that saltwater is more extreme in general. Saltwater fish fight harder, saltwater waves are more dangerous, and saltwater is more damaging to your tackle than freshwater. Tackle needs extra mainenance, especially if they are not saltwater grade material. Reels require frequent cleaning to remove all moisture as well as relubricating. Your hands get a layer of salt that form on them giving them a dry chalky look and feel. The numerous cuts and scraps you undoubtedly acquired from your fishing burn from the salt. I also feel like the salt water hurts your line as it starts to absorb into the material. I've noticed a grimy feeling on my line after use in the saltwater.

I think the pros vastly outweigh the cons, even though the lack of access to spotty-holding water is a huge obstacle.

Now that we know what SSB fishing is all about, let's look at how to catch some. Having recently been through the In's and Out's of gaining that first bit of confidence, I can assure you that if you use these techniques and do it enough times, you will catch a spotty.

Rod: In all honesty, almost anything would work. Personally, I like a graphite baitcasting rod (spinning setups are just as popular) that's at least 7' long and rated medium-heavy with a fast-moderate to moderate tip action. The 7' length gives me distance to cast far and cover more water, while also giving good length for flipping lures to pilings. The moderate tip gives the whole rod a more parabolic bend which helps prevent the lure from being spit and helps launch those lighter lures. I prefer a medium-hvy power because it's soft enough to really bow when fighting even smaller guys, while being just stiff enough to control the fish when I'm bringing it in to land. The spotties have a tendency to bolt for the rocks and if you can't control the fish, it will cut you off on the sharp rocks. I like to fish rocks so keeping some minimal level of control is really necessary to maintain a satisfactory landing ratio. Sometimes, if I am fishing more open water (i.e., eelgrass) I will use a medium action which gets quite the bend when I hook up!

My favorite rod that I use for saltwater is a Falcon BuCoo Micro 7' Casting Rod; med-hvy, fast-mod action. It is very light weight and sensitivity and I love how it feels throwing 1/4-1/2oz lures. This is my goto rod and the one I will bring if I just carry one rod. If I carry two rods, I bring a Falcon BuCoo Micro 7' Casting Rod, med, mod action with a 1/4oz + 3" swimbait tied on and the Med-Hvy with a 1/2 oz bladed swim jig or spinnerbait ready. When I want to throw something bigger like a 3/4oz spinnerbait, I grap my Daiwa Jupiter 7'6" Flipping Stick; hvy, mod action. It's a light power flipping rod so it loads up nicely to cast heavier lures (3/4 - 1 1/2oz) and the extra length helps get a bit more distance. 




Reel and Line: I think you have even more flexibility with the reel. I use a Abu Garcia Pro Max with #8 P-Line FC (w/ Bucoo Med), a Lew's Laser MG spooled with 10# Vicious fluorocarbon (w/ Bucoo Med-Hvy), and a Abu Garcia Silver Max with 12# Invis X (w/ Jupiter). I have different brands spooled just to try them all out. All the reels have worked without any problems so far and I fish them pretty hard. The Laser MG and ProMax get approximately 25 hrs of use (split between them) in a week. The most important thing to remember is to rinse them after each use! If you don't, you will see where the saltwater has evaporated leaving a salty residue behind. This is really damaging to your tackle and will dramatically reduce it's life. If you really want to maximize the life of the reel, it is suggested that you break down and thoroughly clean and relubricate your reel as often as possible. If you're really worried you might even want to do it after every use. So far, I just give each reel a thorough blasting by a hose and dry. Then I re-grease my worm gear. I haven't had any reel problems so far.


Lew's Laser MG Speed Spool Casting Reel - LS1HMG


Abu Garcia Pro Max Casting Reel


Abu Garcia Silver Max Casting Reel


P-Line Ultimate Fluorocarbon Line


Vicious Fluorocarbon


Seaguar InvizX Fluorocarbon Line


In regards to braid, when I used to fish exclusively freshwater, braid was all I would use, but since starting to fish in saltwater, I have started to grow more fond of fluorocarbon. Mostly, because it feels like the braid absorbs the water quickly and really starts to hinder my long casts, which I do more of in saltwater fishing. Also, because fluorocarbon sinks, I feel like I get better depth control with my bottom contact lures (e.g., basically everything I throw at spotties). Lastly, it is because braid is suppose to be vulnerable to rocks which is the majority of what I am targeting when looking for spotties. I know plenty of people who fish with braid for spotties and I think for the most part, it is just as effective. However, for the reasons stated above, I prefer throwing fluorocarbon.

3" Big Hammer (Halloween) with 1/4oz Strike King Bitsy
 Jighead (skirt removed) for a more weedless presentation.
Lures: The swimbait, and especially the Big Hammer Swimbait Tail, is my goto lure. My favorite color is Halloween for almost all conditions, although I prefer it for darker light conditions (bright, but overcast days to straight night) and prefer a more "natural" color during bright light conditions (when you can see 2' into the water). During the bright, clear conditions, I feel more confident throwing a more translucent, harder to distinguish color such as Spottie Special.

Green back clear silver flake (top) is what I'd consider more
 subtle and Halloween (bottom) a more profile-able color.
The reason for this is that, in bright light conditions, the fish can really get a much better view of your lure. If your lure is more translucent it will be harder to detect fine details and instead will present itself as a blurry baitfish, rapidly escaping. I see Halloween as a darker more distinguished profile. This helps the fish visual lock-on during harder-to-see situations.
 

As for the leadhead, I use a variety. The classic Big Hammer heads are always a safe bet. The one thing I don't like about them is that due to the exposed hook, I find that I am constantly snagging up on things. If I am catching a lot of those leathery liquid pods, then I might strip the skirt off of a skirted bass jig and use the jighead with the Big Hammer trailer (like in the picture above). The thin brush weed guard is strong enough to deflect more snags, but soft enough to allow good hook sets. The problem is that this can get pricey as even with the brushguard, the lure gets stuck in rocks pretty often. The result is inevitably a break off and at two bucks each, the cost of spotty fishing can climb pretty quickly. Even the regular Big Hammer heads can run you about $1.50 per head for the 1/4oz size. My personal favorite leadhead is the use of Arkie brand Tube Insert 1/4oz leadheads. They are really do a good job of covering the bases. First, they are the right size 1/4oz. They also have a prominent trailer wedge that does a pretty good job of holding onto the trailer. The hooks are cheap, but it actually help prevent break offs because they can open just enough for the lure to slip loose. Don't worry though, they have been plenty strong for the fish as I have never lost a fish due to a hook opening up. The wire weedguard is also nice as it's just enough to prevent the majority of snag-ups while at the same time, being minimal enough to prevent fouled hook sets. Finally and most importantly, the price. At only 2 dollars for a package of 5, each jighead only comes out to forty cents! At a 1/3 of the price of a Big Hammer head, having a break off doesn't sting quite as much.

Due to the wire weedguard, the procedure to attach a swimbait trailer is a bit trickier. First you need to bend the wireguard all the way forward to get it out of the way.

Next align the hook next to the swimbait and note where the hook should exit the plastic when straight. I like to make a little poke with the hook tip where I should aim for it to exit.



Then do as you would for any trailer, being careful to maintain as much straightness as possible in the swimbait.







Once threaded as such, just bend the wireguard back into position and I personally like to give the tip a small bend to be flush with the hooktip. That will help prevent the wireguard from interferring with a hookset. Then you just have to tie on and you're ready to go. My knot of choice for fluorocarbon is the San Diego Jam knot with 7 twists. The color of the swimbait is Sexy Smelt.





Throwing a paddle-tail swimbait of some kind might be the most popular lure to use, but don't let that inhibit your creativity. I like to experiment with all sorts of different jighead and trailer combinations.






In bright weather, but dark water conditions, I may throw a swimbait body on a skirted jig as a swim jig. This is still a bit more subtle than a spinnerbait, but adds bulk providing a more robust profile.





If I want to increase the action a bit more, I'll replace the paddle tail swimbait with a 3" Kalins Salty Lunker Grubs. That curly tail really gives off a lot of action, which helps bass track better in lower light conditions.
















Sometimes I will replace a swimming jig head with a ball head if I want the lure to fall straight down. This is particularly important when you are pitching to pilings and don't want the diagonal, spiraling fall of a darter head to get you are tangled up in the mussels and barnacles of the piling. The grub tail still produces a lot of action as it drops down.


The other lure I often throw is a spinnerbait. Generally I use a 1/2oz. So far color seems to have had very little influence on my bites. I feel most confident using white or chart/white. I like a tandem willow leaf blade with a 5 blade as the primary. In this particular incarnation, I've added an extra 3.5# willow leaf blade to the end of the spinnerbait for even more flash and vibration. I did this after a rainstorm to increase the lure's signature in especially dingy water. Also, you may notice that the skirt has been trimmed. I learned this trick for a Kevin Van Dam video. He trims the skirt to the length of the baitfish he's targeting as wall as the corner to produce a more natural, tear-drop shape when moving through the water. I'm not sure how crucial it is, but the spinnerbaits that I've done it to have been getting bit.

A lot of people also throw hardbaits, most noteably crankbaits, but I have not had much luck. I concentrate on structure and I have a lot of trouble getting the crankbait down to the strike zone. I will continue to work on expanding my repetoire so I will come back to hardbaits in another post.

Where\How to Fish: I am a shore fisherman, which is a big hinderance to accessing the "primest" spotty spots, however, I would suspect that most new spotty fishers are as well. That means you're in luck as I will let you in on the various spots that I have found that produce fish from the bank.

1. My number one target areas are rocks. If there are rocks in a harbor, there will be spotties on them at some point. The best situation is to be opposite of the rocks and fan cast to them, slowly working them back. Be warned... rocks are where lures go to die. I have lost countless lures on the rocks. The trick is to learn how to stay just above them. It really only comes with experience, but eventually you will learn the feel of your lure and get a better sense of its depth. Casting to the rocks and working your lure out significantly reduces break offs. The problem is that lures get wedged between rocks, so when you're working them from the top down, it's much more likely the lure lands harmlessly on top of the rock.

Top view (Fig 1.1)

Some people would fan cast at this point, but I prefer to cast diagonally to maximize rock coverage. Instead of facing the rocks and casting to my 10 o'clock, then 11 o'clock, then 12 o'clock, etc, I would face the rocks, cast to my 10, then 11, then take a step to my 9 and recast to my 10. That way I constantly move up and down, casting diagonally, maximizing the amount of rock face I pass. I feel that the casts directly to the rock to my twelve is not efficient because of the small amount of target zone I cover directly in front of me.

Side view (Fig 1.2)
The easiest technique, in my opinion, is the constant, slow-roll. When I say slow-roll, I mean as slow as possible without snagging on the bottom. That could mean keeping it completely off the bottom, hovering over the rocks and eelgrass (which I recommend for newbies) or slightly slow enough to tap bottom structure (ideal). I imagine the lure moving about 2-3 inches a second.


In the diagram to the left, I show a nice cast right up against the rocks. I drop my rod tip when the lure hits the water, to minimize splash as well as to let the lure drop naturally. Usually, depending on how close I am to the rocks, I will let the lure bounce off a rock, but if you're just starting out, I would recommend winding in immediately. This is where a lot of break offs happen. As you wind in slowly, you might bump into a few rocks, because the rocks are uneven. This is when a lot of strikes will occur (as indicated by the top red X). Another likely strike zone, is the drop off as the rocks transition to mud bottom. As it transitions, there will be gaps in the rocks that the spotties love to just sit and ambush from (the middle X). Finally as you swim the lure out over the sea floor, there will probably be some eelgrass which the spotties will be hiding inside of and will dart up to grab your lure (the bottom X).

Top view (Fig 2.1)
As I was saying earlier, it will be easier to not get hung up if you slow-roll above everything, but truth be told, spotties relate to the bottom, so the closer you are to the structure and cover, the more likely the spotty will be willing to charge out and smash your swimbait!

If you are fishing from on top of the rocks, things will be a bit more difficult. You will have to try to parallel the rocks. This is the most difficult technique to do and not constantly break off. I usually try to cast using the same strategy as above, except I will stand as close as I can to the water and cast out to my nine o'clock. Then as I work it back, I extend my rod arm out as far as I can in order to keep the lure parallel. Also, I minimize any contact with the rocks to avoid snagging. When you do get snagged (and you will) there are two things I try to do to get un-snagged. First, DO NOT PULL!!! If you did slip in-between two rocks, if you pull, you will wedge that lure in making it unlikely that you will recover it. I try to give the lure light pressure in order to keep it in place and not slide into some crevasse. Then I walk past the lure and try to gently work it out the way it came in. If that doesn't work, I will use the bow-snap trick. Point your rod directly at the lure. Wind in so that you have some slack in the line (about 1 ft). Then, with your free hand grab your line and pull to the side (like a flip-cast) until the line is taut. Then quickly release the line, which should snap back. The idea is that the snap loosens the lure and hopefully shakes it free.

One more thing to keep in mind when fishing off the rocks. Once you get a bite and are working the fish back in, remember that the fish will try to wedge itself into any viable cover it can, including all the rocks next to you. Keep pressure on the fish to keep him away from the rocks and if it does find a hole, don't over-work him out. The rocks will quickly cut your line if it rubs against them. I usually give the fish some slight slack and make my way towards the little devil. Also, check you line and RETIE often!

My second favorite type of area to fish is the flat floor just beyond the rocks, that are hopefully covered with eelgrass beds. I had a hard time imagine that it all looked like at first, so here'a picture.

Notice how there are open patches within the bed. That's where the spotties lie in wait. Now the technique that I explained above for fishing the rocks on the opposite bank is especially productive because it targets fish both hanging on the rocks and in the eelgrass. As shown in

Top view (Fig 1.3)
Figure 1.2, once the swimbait passes the rocks, it enters the eelgrass beds. At other times, when the fish seem to be relating to the grass more than the rocks, I will do my diagonal casts, but aim for maximum distance into the middle of the channel. When fishing the eelgrass beds, I use two retrieves. Again, the constant slow-roll is deadly effective. Especially when the swimbait just barely ticks the tops of the grass and any random structure out there. My personal favorite retrieve is what I call the hop-swim. The retrieve is similar to how you might fish a soft plastic while targetting freshwater bass. If the grass is sparse and I am not grabbing handfuls of it, I will just have my rod pointing horizontally and give two quick turns of my handle (with a 6.4 gear ratio and a 7.1). This makes the lure dart forward and then drift back to the bottom. The whole time I am watching my line. As soon as the line goes slack (after a second or two, indicating that the lure hit the bottom) and give it another two winds before letting it fall again. I continue this all the way back. Most bites come right after the fall. If I am catching a lot of grass, I will do a similar retrieve except instead of winding in to move the lure, I hop it off the bottom like a worm. I pop the rod tip about 1 to 2 ft and wind in slack as the lure drops. Sometimes, if the bite is slow, I will let the lure sit on the bottom for a few (3-5) seconds between hops. Again, bites seem to come right after the drop.

When I am explaining these methods, I mostly have the swimbait in mind, but I have also done with with spinnerbaits with success. Generally though, I reserve the hop-swim for soft plastics and primarily slow-roll the spinnerbait. One more technique I use, more so with spinnerbaits than swimbaits because they're heavier and stay low, is to give the rod a little twitch or jerk as I slow-roll it along the bottom. Sometimes, I'll just give a little, quick 1/4 turn to make the lure dart and flutter for a second. That erratic action can sometimes really trigger a fish to react on your lure.

Top view (Fig 3.1)
My third favorite area that I catch spotties are bridges. More specifically the pilings of the bridge. I try to position myself on the side of the bridge that the current is flowing towards. I cast as fast as I can under the bridge beyond the pilings. Then I lower my rod tip and try to maintain controlled slack, winding in when there's too much bow in my line. With a decent current, the lure drifts down and to the side with the current. Try to time it so that as the lure drifts past a piling it is making contact with the bottom as the fish will be facing the piling, looking up current, waiting to ambush hapless baitfish struggling in the current. You want your lure to imitate one of these baitfish.

In addition to the pilings, bridges often have rock structure and eelgrass beds lining the floor. Fish these with the techniques noted above. Standard fan casting can be very productive in these situations.

Top view (Fig 4.1)

Lastly, there are the docks. Boat slips offer excellent habitat for spotties. What's especially nice about docks is that they are often in very close proximity to both rocks and eelgrass and often even bridges! Talk about fertile fields! Fishing docks is basically an amalgation of all the previous methods discussed. Two not mentioned techniques are "flippin'" and under-drift.


Flippin' is a very popular technique in freshwater fishing. The basic idea is a short, accurate and most importantly, quick underhand cast to a specific target. Flippin' can be broken down further into two techniques; true flipping and pitching. I won't go into detail, but flipping is generally limited to close targets about 5 - 10' away, while pitching is ideal for targets 10 - 25 ft away. I will be referring to true flipping. This involves pulling out an arms length of line from the spool before engaging it and locking the line. Now the only line that will be utilized will be the length in your hand. The total amount of line from the spool to the lure should be about 15 ft, with about 5 ft hanging from your rod tip and the rest controlled by your arm length. Then using your rod tip you pendulum your lure towards your target while simultaneous feeding line with your other hand. Most often people have their rod in their right hand and hand the line with the left (even if they are using right-hand retrieve reels). It seems easy enough, but takes a bit of time to perfect. You have to train your two arms to coordinate with each other. Anyway, this techniques makes covering close strike zones very efficient. You can walk down a dock and quickly make a flip to each side of a piling before moving on to the next.

Top view (Fig. 4.2)
You can see in Fig. 4.2, the spots to target, in the order that I feel is most productive. You can see Mr. Spotty just lying downstream of the piling waiting to pounce on any food that drifts by.

Now flippin' is one technique where I use a different kind of lure. I like to flip with skirted football jig with any sort of craw trailer. I also use a round ballhead jig with a single-tail grub trailer, as mentioned earlier. Mostly, it's the shape of the head that's important. You can flip with anything really, swimbait, spinnerbait, etc., but why I prefer round headed jigs is that they fall straight down. That way you can really get your lure up tight to a piling and hopefully hit that bass right in the nose to get him to react. If you flip with, lets say a swimbait, the elongated shape of the head causes the lure to drift a bit (fall diagonally, instead of vertically). Also it can spiral. These actions are generally great, but when you're hugging the piling, the extra distance that the lure moves often gets it snagged up on mussels, barnacles, and seaweed that cover the piling.

1/4 Bass Patrol Football Jig -
(brown) with a YUM Papi Craw trailer
(peanut butter and jelly) -
imitating a shore crab
Drifting... no you don't need to be Japanese and own a sweet set of wheels to drift. This kind of drifting is a way to target fish that are suspending underneath the docks. Looking back at Fig. 4.1, you can see that on the far left-hand side, I drew a cast-line with 3 arrows. Each arrow indicates a splashpoint for your lure and where you could find suspending fish. In order to do this you need to have a fair strong current. Something that could push your 1/4oz swimbait about 4-5 feet under the dock. This method is similar to the bridge drifting, but in reverse. You want to keep controlled slack while feeding line. I will keep feeding line, giving the lure a little pop once in a while for it to recatch some current. Once the lure is on the bottom, I just wind it back using different retrieves.

You can also see the various cast-lines I drew towards the right-hand piling. The same principles apply, however, be careful when drift on the outside of the piling. You can easily snag or be cut off rubbing up against the piling as the current takes line.

So there you have it. A detailed explanation of how you can go out and catch your very own Spotted Sand Bass. One more word of warning. When I mentioned the restrictions that make spotty fishing so difficult in Long Beach, I am serious. Most (if not all) good spotty spots that are accessible from shore are in fact "inaccessible." The City of Long Beach has restrictions on the entire marina prohibiting fishing from shore. If you are spotted by the Marina Police, you can be ticketed. I think that generally, if you are not being a knucklehead, they will just tell you to scram, but just to repeat myself, you can be TICKETED with a MISDEMEANOR making you officially a CRIMINAL. Stay smart and don't get to cocky.

That being said, I would like to elicit a promise from anyone who uses what I wrote to catch a fish.

TAKE CARE OF THE ENVIRONMENT!

It makes me sick to see all the trash, fishing line, and used bait that just litter my favorite fishing holes. It is people like that who create the need for restrictions in the first place, hurting everyone else. Don't be selfish. Throw away your trash. Stuff used line into your pockets and toss it later. You only hurt yourself when you trash your own treasure. Each fish is a privilege from the Fish Gods. Don't spoil it by destroying their homes and in essense your own gift. Also, no-brainer, but practice Catch-and-Release. Give someone else the joy of catching that same fish, in the way I want to give you the honor. Take a picture, give 'em a kiss, and let 'er go! Besides, you probably are ingesting a lot of pollutants from the water. An easy way to remember how to act:

RESPECT OTHERS AND THE LAND AROUND YOU.

If you have any questions or would like to add some tips/ideas of your own feel free to comment! I sincerely hope you find luck and enjoy yourself as much as I have catching this beautiful, magnificent fish.

CHEERS and TIGHT LINES,
Szerpent Hunter

Friday, June 14, 2013

A Kind of Life

What kind of life is this? I'm often asked.

I sit idyllic by a babbling brook. A bridge in the distance. It is quite picturesque. Almost too picturesque... I look down at the bank, but instead of rocks it's piano keys. It's odd, but I don't quite recognize what's wrong. I slowly tilt my head as I analyze the black and white keys underneath my feet. "So close," I think... can't put my finger on it. Before I can put it together, a rod spontaneously appears in my hands and I have a fish on the line! In a split second, all of my attention is on the fish and I deftly work the fish towards the bank. I feel the fish start to rush to the surface and I prepare for a jump. In an instant, it goes from the middle of the day to twilight and I am surrounded by darkness. The line surges as a black mass erupts from the water and thrashes in the air. The fish is silhouetted by the moon, as if it were some movie, seemingly hovering defying gravity high in the night sky. It's magnificent. A rotund fish with the head of a unicorn. Wait... a union? Is that right?

I snap back to the real world as the clock-radio blasts my cochlea with the clatter of NPR. I have it set to the highest volume in order to prevent any sleep-throughs. I am trying to learn from my past mistakes. I immediately lunge over to the device and slam on the "sleep" button. I roll back on to my back and close my eyes. I do not want to get up. I am exhausted. I look over to my clock. I have to squint my eyes to make out the time. I already know what time it is, but I hope by some miracle it's not really. A few minutes drift past while I lie motionless and I think to myself. That was a weird dream.

I know, though, that I need to get up. I already set the alarm at the last possible moment to get to work on time, if everything goes perfect. It never goes perfect. I open my eyes and roll out of bed. I sit at the edge for a moment while I vigorously rub my eyes.

My clothes are strewn all over the floor of my room. Everything that I was wearing last night is lying in a path that leads from my door to my bed. By last night, I actually mean an hour and a half earlier. Buried underneath them are the attires of previous nights. I kick through mounts of old clothes and grab a pair of jeans. I raise them to my nostrils and take a whiff. Eh, not to bad I think. I haven't worn these in a while. They're probably clean by now.

I get up and walk over to my workdesk. That's where I keep my Quicker Picker-Upper. I once saw a gif that said, "i had two bowls for breakfast, one was cereal." I think of it and I chuckle as I pack a bowl. Not too big, I think. I don't like feeling ladu at work.



Boom. I drop the flame and take a spare. I'll come back for the other half before I leave. A quick shower and bowl of cereal, then I clean up the spare and I'm out the door. Google Now predicts I'm going to be 10 mins late. I'll have to drive extra fast.

Along the way, my rods click and clatter against one another. I was too lazy to bring them up last night and too late to bring them up this morning. It doesn't matter. They'll be fine at work. It saves me the hassle of bringing them back down for tonight. Tonight. Another night, another chance to chase the serpent. Hell yeah. The thought of being back out on the water gives me a surge of energy and I almost quiver with excitement. Just a few more hours, I think.

I get to the front door of my client's house and ring the doorbell, clipboard in hand. I pat around my breast pocket for a pen. Then my pants pockets. Damnit! No pen. There's a big wad of something inside my pocket. I reach in and grab a fistful. I look down at my hand while it slowly opens and I frown. Fuck, nothing but used up soft plastic fishing lures and the butt-end of smoked marijuana cigarettes. "Buddha-damn-it, just a bunch of fucking worms and roaches," I quietly cuss aloud. I pause for a moment, before I whisper it back to myself, "Just a bunch of fucking worms and roaches." Hah, that's fucking awesome, I think to myself. "Worms and roaches."

I hear the clatter of feet as someone approaches the door and I shove my hand back into my pocket. I greet my client and walk into the house. I turn around to close the door and in doing so, I catch a glimpse of my car and the rods within. Just a few hours. "Worms and roaches," I say under my breath as I close the door.