Ive been a member here for almost 2 years,
ive enjoyed learning and being inspired by all the great storytellers here. heres the story of my first successful hunt.
I live in long island n.y. , finding visibility past 5 feet is a real challenge inshore, so many days its just practice dropping down and looking 3/4 of the way down my 90 cm
sporasub untill it fades to a green blur. once in a while it opens up towards 10-12 feet of vis,
on these days i feel energized and its psychologically easier to dive longer/deeper.
June 23 2006, i arrive at my fav site, a large bay that is connected to fire island inlet. on the north side of the bay is a deep channel running over 1.5 miles along the shore to the inlet. i was excited to see the vis was a solid 12 feet, so alone{i kno, i kno}, i jumped into the running outgoing current for the mile long free ride. after about 20 mins i was feeling relaxed and in the zone, my dive times were 1 min 15 seconds,good for me. the depth varied from 10 to 25 feet deep. As i dove down for the 12th time i felt something"fishy" about the area, i was drifting silently when out of the green appeared a solo striped bass, my heart raced but i stayed motionless, a few seconds later the rest of the school filled into view, id guess there were 30 or so medium striped bass swarming around me.the urge for air forced me to leave the bottom and i was sure that was the last id see of these beauties. Breathing up for a painstakingly long 2 mins i relaxed my heartrate and dropped back down...same situation below!!!, my position drifting along the bottom enabled me to turn slightly left/right and still maintain a foward drift, i waited untill i was sure i had a legal sized fish in my sights,lungs burning i aimed and took a 9 foot shot, the fish glinted and sped away,waiting for my line to come tight i realized that the shot only glanced the fish and the spear never penetrated.Disapointed and exhausted i used my boogie board to relax on and regroup. a prayer to neptune for good fortune and 3 dives later , im in the school again.this time i wait longer for a closer shot, a beautiful 17 pound striped bass presents itself broadside not 6 feet away,the shot drives through the fish lateral line just behind the gill plate MY FIRST FISH. thanks to all you guys/girls here for sharing your trade secrets, you proved a 43 year old dog can be taught new tricks. lol
regards Sebastian
ive enjoyed learning and being inspired by all the great storytellers here. heres the story of my first successful hunt.
I live in long island n.y. , finding visibility past 5 feet is a real challenge inshore, so many days its just practice dropping down and looking 3/4 of the way down my 90 cm
sporasub untill it fades to a green blur. once in a while it opens up towards 10-12 feet of vis,
on these days i feel energized and its psychologically easier to dive longer/deeper.
June 23 2006, i arrive at my fav site, a large bay that is connected to fire island inlet. on the north side of the bay is a deep channel running over 1.5 miles along the shore to the inlet. i was excited to see the vis was a solid 12 feet, so alone{i kno, i kno}, i jumped into the running outgoing current for the mile long free ride. after about 20 mins i was feeling relaxed and in the zone, my dive times were 1 min 15 seconds,good for me. the depth varied from 10 to 25 feet deep. As i dove down for the 12th time i felt something"fishy" about the area, i was drifting silently when out of the green appeared a solo striped bass, my heart raced but i stayed motionless, a few seconds later the rest of the school filled into view, id guess there were 30 or so medium striped bass swarming around me.the urge for air forced me to leave the bottom and i was sure that was the last id see of these beauties. Breathing up for a painstakingly long 2 mins i relaxed my heartrate and dropped back down...same situation below!!!, my position drifting along the bottom enabled me to turn slightly left/right and still maintain a foward drift, i waited untill i was sure i had a legal sized fish in my sights,lungs burning i aimed and took a 9 foot shot, the fish glinted and sped away,waiting for my line to come tight i realized that the shot only glanced the fish and the spear never penetrated.Disapointed and exhausted i used my boogie board to relax on and regroup. a prayer to neptune for good fortune and 3 dives later , im in the school again.this time i wait longer for a closer shot, a beautiful 17 pound striped bass presents itself broadside not 6 feet away,the shot drives through the fish lateral line just behind the gill plate MY FIRST FISH. thanks to all you guys/girls here for sharing your trade secrets, you proved a 43 year old dog can be taught new tricks. lol
regards Sebastian