PLO - June 7th

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According to WeatherUnderground, conditions look good for Saturday.
The little lady is hosting the Open House at the Lighthouse so I will be driving her down to the park and launching around 9AM.

My plan is to drown a few Spot by the drop offs and wrecks around Cornfield Harbor and the mouth of the Potomac. I'm marking waypoints now.

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Slow day on the 'Mac.
Got to the launch about a little after 9am. High tide was just peaking.

I mistakenly left my cast net at home so I stepped into the Camp Store to pick up some blood worms. Grabbed a few peelers also. After launching I hung out in Lake Conoy for a bit to catch some spot. I baited a top & bottom rig with bloodworms but the bite was slow. By 10am I had only 2 spot. Good enough... time was slipping by... and I didn't come here to catch spot.

I trolled with a Rattle-Trap for a mile and a half out to the channel and stopped by a wreck along the channel edge. I barely had enough line to set my anchor in 40 feet of water just upstream from the wreck. For the first spot, I decided to use a treble hook rig through the back in front of the dorsal fin and let the little bugger swim away. On another rod I attached peeler to a surf rig with a 2oz sinker and on the third rod I dropped a couple more hooks with bloodworms.

The sonar showed lots of bait balls. And I occasionally spotted some schools on the surface. But no predatory fish. The only action I was getting were barely-legal croaker biting the bloodworms.

After about hour I decided to move. My pet spot was still swimming fine but had found no friends and the peeler was untouched. I pulled up anchor and trolled back towards the harbor to a couple of submerged rock piles about a half mile from shore. I anchored in 20 feet of water just upstream from one of the piles and hard-headedly setup the same configuration. The still-hooked spot swam away full of energy. But alas, all I could pull up were small croaker.

Finally I got a call from the little lady. She was closing up the lighthouse and getting ready to go. I removed the treble hook from the spot and amazingly the little guy swam off, happy to be free again.... I'm just glad I didn't see it get gobbled up by a monster striper as it was swimming away.

I saw lots of other kayaks out there on my way in. Met a guy named Randy in a red Talon who was new to kayak fishing. We chatted briefly. I mentioned Snaggedline to him, gave him a couple of peelers, and wished him luck.

The fishing may have been off, but the little lady said I caught a nice tan.