Fishing By Boat
Anglers fishing from boats often reap the best fishing. Outside the surf, most of the action is down 20 to 50 feet. Diving birds and big slicks are the primary indicators of bluefish on a deep feed.
One December day last year, Capt. Sarah Gardner and I were fishing a slick with big Clousers and Deceivers. We had been hooking 15-pound bluefish near the bottom on almost every cast, but we began to notice the water changing color. It was growing thicker with the scales and slime of slaughtered bait as the carnage raged on beneath us.
But the show wasn't over yet. As quickly as the water changed color, the bottom seemed to rise up to the surface. As we looked closer, we saw thousands of gray trout and croakers rising up from the abyss, packed together tighter than a tin of sardines. Every fish was trying to climb out of the water to escape the snapping jaws of big bluefish. Even with the bait pushed up to the surface, quick-sinking lines delivered the eight-inch flies down through the baitfish and into the strike zone.
Not all bluefish are found in deep water. Last year Sarah Gardner and I were looking for stripers and albies right along the outside bar, when a friend called us on the VHF radio and said there were tons of bluefish cruising up top and chasing anything in sight. He told us he was in 50 feet of water, about a quarter mile off the beach. We cruised our Jones Brothers Cape Fisherman over to his location, but didn't see any fish up top. A closer look at our depth finder, however, showed plenty of fish 10 to 15 feet down. So we started to drift and cast.
There was no apparent bait in the area, so we broke out the "attractor patterns: "Lefty's Deceivers and Half & Halfs tied on 3/0 and 4/0 hooks. It wasn't long before we were into some great action with these mixed-sized blues, running from five to sixteen pounds.
As the morning bite slowed and the wind began to build, we headed the eight miles back down the beach to Oregon Inlet. About half way back Sarah eyed a gold spot on the water—a tightly-packed school of fish glowing gold through the ultra-clear water. It proved to be a school of two-pound croakers being herded by big bluefish, and every few seconds a bluefish would swim up to the back of the school and take a bite out of some unlucky croaker. What could not be swallowed in a single bite floated up and was quickly devoured by another blue.
After retrieving a hapless, half-eaten croaker, we found it was still trying to croak! Life is tough in this watery jungle. Doubly so when bluefish are looking for a meal.