The Gods of the Chesapeake Smile on Us and Capt. Lisa Continues Her Reign

My BFF Lisa took me, her sister, Linda, and a friend, Brian out on the Sussquehana Flats for the world famous striper season. The striped bass migrate into the Chesapeake to spawn over deep moving water at the mouths of rivers in the Upper Chesapeake Bay. Their eggs must remain suspended until hatched and the Chesapeake provides such a perfect enviroment that up to 90 percent of the striped bass on the Atlantic Coast migrate to spawn here. http://www.dnr.state.md.us/fisheries/fishfacts/stripedbass.asp

http://www.odu.edu/sci/cqfe/species%20studied/striped-bass/striped-bass.htm

While awaiting the water temperature to become perfect for spawning, they feed voraciously on the shallow Sussquehana Flats. This time of year during the spawn it is strictly catch and release and keeping a striper can result in heavy fin

http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4183/is_/ai_n19517780

We left at 9:00 AM and overcast/rainy and somewhat miserable is perfect striper weather. As we motored down the Bohemia, we could see that the Flats were shrouded in fog. Perfect! As we inched onto the Flats, small boats materialized in front of us.

Right in front of us we noticed a large fin stirring the water like a pot of soup. It was a tailing striper. Lisa cast out immediately and on the fourth cast hooked the fish. She gave her unsuspecting sister, Linda, the rod. It was not long before she felt the full power of a large striper for the first time. Lisa kept her focused and she brought in the "fish of a life time"!

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That was an incredible start to a day on the Flats and Captain Lisa proves again she reigns supreme!

So what happened the rest of the day? I don't know. Lisa taught me everything I know and here are the results:




It went on and on. I caught about 15 fish and nobody else caught a ONE. I guess I just got my jigging down. Or maybe it's because I did the "Good Luck Funky Dance" and no one else except Lisa would. The Indian Gods of the Chesapeake looked favorably upon those who are willing to humiliate themselves in their honor and reward them with an abundance of fish.