Headed up to one of my favorite local spots for an afternoon sesh. Winds were ripping at 21mph, and 52* felt more like 32*. It felt good though. I haven't been there much over the past several months due to being aggravated by the night-crew bucketeer poachers, and the huge piles of stinking milfoil left on the shore by one lone casting net criminal, or so I thought. Casting nets are illegal here and so is taking bass, period. I confronted this guy twice. The second time I wasn't nice at all, and he split.
As I was wading through a creek on my way to the lake, I passed by one of the regulars. He asked how I've been doing here and told him I haven't really been down for some time. He said fishing's been awful for months, almost impossible, then went on to share the worst news. It turns out a casting net crew had been pounding this place at night. Someone finally got the DEC officers to show up and they caught four of them. They denied having any fish, but the officers found their stash bags loaded with 90 fish. 90 fish in one night. How much damage have they done to this 25-acre place over the course of months? Apparently, a lot. For the most part, the regular I met in the creek typically fishes the zone they netted. They all got ticketed and the story made a local paper. This place has been a tough bite for years without these clowns pillaging it further. It makes me sick.
The upside is that there are zones these jackholes can't do their work, so I went to those under the assumption that they'd wiped out the resident fish where they plied their trade.
We had heavy rain Friday through Saturday, so I knew they'd be offshore. I tried working cover nearshore anyway, but no bueno. I got all my bites moon-shotting a Fat IKA rigged on a 1/4oz swimbait hook and slow dragged it up a drop-off. Tough to set a hook at 180ft out, but I nabbed two scrappy smalls and left with some bass perfume on my thumb. I'll take it, and the fallen leaves gave the place some nice color. I'm still fuming though.