Provincetown Fishing Report

Striper Wolf Pack--Woods Hole, Race Point--whole New Way To Catch Stripies

What a day! Whole new way fish stripers, and we did well. Met Jeremy at 4:30AM Greens Harbor Marshfield. Ran back to the car for Mackrel rigs, ate sh*t down a slippery aluminum dock, and had a bloodbath. Ripped my hoodie, made a turnicate with it and elecrtical tape, and we were off towards Provincetown.

Beautiful morning, calm seas, good laughs and bsing on the way across the entire Cape Cod bay. We stopped and grabbed macks on the way, and had more than enough in minutes.

I heard all about Jeremy and my buddy Mike's brutal 15 hour day last Monday. It's called the wolfpack... At least a hundred boats working a rip in 100' of water... Down below you'll find monster stripers... Up top you see waves of sand eels, and people nailing 35"-50" stripers everywhere. If you take your eye off your surroundings, you're colliding with other boats. If you don't furiously jig and real with a diamond jig with a green tube, you're absolutely sh*t-outta-luck.

In our first run with the wolfpack. We gave the macks and jigs a shot... They just wrapped us up. We cut down to just the jigs, we worked our tails off, and It paid off. Jeremy nailed the beautiful, fat 36" striper in the pics. I took the assist. We were pumped--especially Jermey, who put in the time last Monday to figure it out.

The fishing slowed down a little. The wolfpack, busted up a bit, and we headed towards a little calmer waters to try the macks and relax for a few. This was brutal fishing with huge swells. Not to mention I needed to make another turnicate every hour... We were marking fish, had a couple hits, but nothing serious.

We headed back into the wolfpack. No messing around... My tank was on empty and my foot hurt like a bastard, but I wasn't leaving without getting a striper. People were nailing them all around. We did a few drifts...Wham. I was on. He punched above his weight... He was awesome... A little under the legal 35. Jermey took the assist. No time for a picture, as we were on them, and he went right back in... We did another couple drifts. People were hooking up, but they were all about 30" by now. It was about 1:30, and we had to beat the wind to get back to Green Harbour in one piece.

It took us an hour to get out there, and nearly 2 to get back with 4' and higher swells. We were both soaking wet and absolutely took a beating. We dropped the macks in Green Harbour. Day was over... I was cooked. We had some good laughs about my foot and how the buddy system was off when we went overboard on account of my blood and the great whites.

Absolutely going back out there as soon as possible. I've never seen anything like that--a 20 minute blitz of big fish here and there, but this carried on for hours. We got the technique down solid by the end of the day. No reason we can't get a few a piece next time, and the commercial limit aint a pipe dream. I was a little cooked from 2 long days of fishing. This wasn't trout fishing.

I walked in Doctor's Express still pretty soaked at 4:30. I couldn't get stitched up on account of the time that elapsed... Jammed novacaine with a needle in my foot and hacked off a quarter size flap of flash that's about 1/6 of an inch deep.

My hat's off to Jeremey and Mike, for their scouting trip last Monday, and a hell of a day today. We saw a couple couple guys pull into the same docks absolutely crushed after coming up snake eyes from the wolfpack. Running a boat in that wolfpack is serious business too--hell of a captain, best boat out there. What a trip. Round 2 I'm bringing a bucket of ice coffee and relaxing the day before.

• Added By: live4fish on 06/30/14 11:38 PM
• Also There: bostonstripper
• Location: Provincetown
• Report Date: 6/30/2014
• # of Photos: 1
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