Team Water Dog fished up the stripers Thursday. Turned right out of Rudee and found lots of bait and birds in shallow water about 3 miles south of the new Sandbridge construction. Unfortunatly that is ALL we found. No fish. After monitoring the radio traffic and various other electronic listening devices, we swallowed our pride, admiting we can't find fish and would have to poach someone else's and headed for Cape Boat Chaos aka Cape Henry. I hate fishing in that morass of boats, it takes a lot of pleasure out of the whole thing, but what are you going to do?
Anyway, after sitting down on two schools and a dozen dinks and shorts later - we got in a good bait storm 1 mile off the lighthouse - right on top of the demarcation line. No fudging however. We got 7 fat boys - 31 to 39 inches, hitting all colors and baits at all depths. We were 3 short of our limit, so we got in a good bird hive 2 miles off of Rudee, but all that yielded was more shorts. Retreated to the dock for fuel, ammunition and consumption of liquid controlled substances to plan another attack this weekend.
