Regional YakAngler Pro Staff kayak fishing reports from New York, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, and Virginia.
This spring, I decided I would finally head over to the Eastern Shore in search of my first bull red. Unfortunately, my schedule and the weather did not cooperate. I was left reading reports from local legends and wondering if I’d be able to pull off my first trip, let alone hook and land a decent red.
There is not much going on during the cold weather months of February and March. Football is over, hunting season is long gone, and the salt water scene is dull at best. To me that only means one thing - cold water bassin’!
Exploring Virginia rivers in the spring is a rite of the season, full of opportunity. Itching to break out of the winter doldrums, I hit the water on a warm day to see what was stirring as the water temps inched upwards.
I feel pretty safe saying that at some point in time, every fisherman will reflect back to their "best day" on the water; thinking back to the time where the fishing was incredible, or when you landed the biggest fish of your life. Heck, that is one of the reasons that we fish. Those are memories that you will never forget. For me, the "best night" that I ever had on the water was a few weeks ago when Marty Mood and I put a whoppin' on some Pensacola bull redfish.
All the recent hoopla in the Chesapeake Bay region of big cow stripers has had me chomping at the bit to get in on the action. Our last trip out to Plantation Light yielded miles and miles of paddling, but no fish. Needless to say, I was bound and determined to nail one of those big ol' cows out of my kayak!
In dire need of some rest and relaxation, I loaded up the truck this past weekend and hit the road for Pennsylvania. The drive is not short, but the worst part was paying the $12 Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel toll and driving past the striper fleet anchored up under the High Rise. I glanced over toward the famed concrete ships, knowing that at least a few kayakers were down in the blackness, dunking eels for the Kipto Kows. I’d hoped to join them this year, but it wasn’t to be.On the plus side, I didn’t need to buy a heavy outfit.
After almost a month-long absence from my kayak due to my annual hunting trip to Wisconsin, it was once again time to board my Ocean Kayak “Trident 13”. This time of year has the big stripers making their way down the Chesapeake Bay - perfect for us Virginia-based anglers! I joined up with Joe Underwood, Matt Anderson, and Chuck Wrenn in search of the big ole' rockfish. We headed out to Plantation Light to drift with the sea of boats that all had the same idea. We were all hoping to have the same results that friend Rob Choi and crew had.
It felt like an eternity. The leaves gathered on my kayak for over a month as work and family priorities overshadowed my angling desires. But as soon as my slate was clear, the familiar feelings of my Werner gliding through the water and fish putting that certain curvature in my rod ignited my senses.