I was hoping to start on this blog Sunday evening but elected to just stare at my wife and kids for hours. I am not sure I have ever been gone from home for 6 days before. To be honest, I don’t think I ever want to. My first stop was Cape Cod Canal where I got to hang out with the Hess family, makers of Guppy Lures, our own Dave Anderson and many other celebrities like DJ Muller, Tony O and others. I had stars in my eyes the whole time! Special thanks to Wayne Hess from Guppy lures for giving me a 1 1/4 ounce pencil popper to cast at Canal and alleviate elbow discomfort from tossing heavier stuff. Guys grabbed it from me at Cutty and were a little surprised at just how well it cast for such a small size lure. But then again, when you are knows for pencil poppers like guys from Guppy are , you can bet that they put it a lot of thought and testing into it
Then it was off to New Bedford to hop on a Sea Horse water taxi and off to our annual Cuttyhunk trip. You probably noticed that I was gone and no, I don’t ever give advance notice. First of all, I never let people know that I am not home, and two, I just prefer to kind of sneak out to places instead of announcing to the world. That way when I get skunked ( a usual occurrence last few years) I get to leave with a tail between my legs without anyone noticing….That is not joke
Anyway, hanging with Hess brothers was cool and fishing with Dave Anderson was awesome too. The Canal action was nowhere near where it should have been but plenty of people were there which was cool if I wanted to take pictures. Unfortunately they were not catching and wind was coming at 30mph out of northeast with rain nonstop. Did I already mentioned there was no fish? I spent two full days there and one morning and seen about 5 fish caught at most. I’ve heard some have done well, but I was not there to see it. I did get to Interview the Guppy guys for a future SJ issue, got some decent footage (did I mentioned there was no fish?) and that was basically that.
Few things always amaze me about the Dig Ditch.
One. Bikes
It is just crazy how many bikes rigged for fishing are at the canal. Hundreds and hundreds. Big ,small, tricycles, rigs that put some cars to shame. Awesome
Two
If you wear waders AND particularly if you wear a belt with pliers, boga, pork rinds, ets…you look like a Googan. I am not kidding. Maybe googan is a wrong term but you definitely look like an out-of-towner. You stick out like a sore thumb. White boots with felt or studs, sneakers, korkers, studded flip-flops…anything but waders.
Three
Stick shads…Mother of God there are so many of them hanging off the rods!
No, I do not see people use that where I fish. Almost never. Yeah, there will be one guy here going “I use them!”
Yes you do…and 99% of people do not. Why? I have no idea but I swear on my mother that they do not. And if anyone tells you that everyone on LI uses stick shads I will tell you besides testing some Sebille personally I have never, ever seen anyone using one. Again, I must have seen 200 over two days being tossed into the Canal. All shapes and sizes. Patrick Sebille must be thrilled..
After two days, it was time for me to bid adieu and head over to New Bedford to meet my usual crew, Ray, Charlie, Boggie and Buoy Tom (formerly know as Yo-Dude). This time we were joined by Bill Wetzel who was taking the same scheduled Sea Horse Taxi with his crew. In his crew were a fellow who set up the trip but had to cancel at last minute. So Bill was now traveling with a buddy instead of two. Unfortunately his partner got a word of father-in-law having a heart attack in Florida and he had to leave after the first night which left Bill alone for the next two nights. As you will read, Bill did not only not get lost, but ended the trip with the biggest fish amongst all of us. After carrying around a bag of live eels for three days he nailed his fish on ****** lure….just bustin, you’ll find out what plug in due time.
Since I was on the road for few days before meeting my crew, I was not able to bring any food as I did not wanted to lug it around the canal in my cooler. I stopped by Charlie at CMS Enterprise tackle shop in New Bedford and asked him for the nearest seafood store. Few minutes later, I purchased five live lobsters for the crew and the captain John Paul got his Sea Horse water taxi pointing towards the promised land, Cuttyhunk, MA.
To say that I was uneasy on a ride over would be understatement. Two years ago I did not even got a bump over three days and last years we arrived during some stupid tropical storm, Andrea I think, which dumped so much rain that we fished in water that looked like chocolate milk for three days. Needless to say I got skunked for a second consecutive year. Thankfully on both of these trips guys in crew got few (just not I) but it was starting to wear on them too. Besides, the canal was dead (usually a good indicator), it was cold winter, everything seemed few weeks late and we were going the earliest date ever. A call from Bonnie that informed was that fishing sucked and if we wanted to reschedule did not help. But there we were…on the way to one place that fulfilled all my dreams and then some over the years. The Promised Land
































