Just got back from the mystical land of Cape Cod. My wife and I were primarily on a little romance trip however, I did get to get some fishing in. First, I spent a late evening tide at the mouth of the Bass River in West Dennis and caught my first spey rod stripah and even though it was no match for the 14 foot ten weight, I consider it a major victory. One day we ventured to the kingdom of Monomoy while on our mystical jouney and I spent a few hours knee deep in the salt spa looking for the elusive keepah. Let me set the scene…An incoming, mid-morning tide, a light breeze and variable visibility due to some high clouds. A flats virgin, wandering aimlessly, not quite sure where he should be looking or what he was looking for…dark shapes in the distance, a close shot at a schoolie, spooked by dumbbell eyes and a sloppy cast. A lone dark shape on a football field of sand, bolts at the sight of a clouser. A fly change in favor of a lighter presentation. Here they come, 8 dark horsemen, cutting a shallow flat, carnage obviously on their minds. A cast…50 feet and a soft landing…no notice from the dark ones. Ten feet to the fly, five feet, movement, a turn, 2 fast strips…The lead horsemen inhales, everything tightens up, defeat is ripped from the jaws of victory and the line goes slack.

It was amazing. Check the scenery, the seals, and the Bass River Fish.