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  1. All drum on this trip were caught on either mullet or shrimp, but we've caught a few on bloodworms in the past.
  2. I was in Nags Head for the week of Thanksgiving. Like dixiekraut, I had a pretty good Thanksgiving week last year in Rodanthe. But it was much the same reports as everyone else for me this year. Snapper blues and undersized specks on mullet chunks. Puffers and one 14" black drum on blood worms. Couldn't catch a sea-mullet to save my life (which was unusual). Also got a handful of blues on tins. Couple interesting notes from the week... On Tuesday afternoon, I saw a guy pull up to the pier in his truck, walk down to the water, and start pulling in fish one-after-another. There were about 10 guys right above him on the pier when he started. After about 10 minutes a couple of the guys had moved down next to him. They too were catching fish although not quite at the same success rate. Another 10 minutes go by and most of the guys on the pier were now down in the surf gathered around this guy. I decided to walk down and see what was going on. I recognize the guy right away from the video of him catching a Mahi from the surf at the point. He was back from the crowd at this point as he had just pulled a 16"er up on the sand. I asked him what he was using and he said "Speck Rigs... made them myself. Go get yourself some at TW's". I went and bought some the next day and tried them at that exact spot several times during the week and never even got a bump. Just goes to show there's more to fishing than blindly throwing a lure and hoping to catch a fish. On Black Friday, I made my first ever trip to the point. Apparently I was a couple days too late. In fact, looking back at reports, Black Friday was the worst fishing day of the whole week. No bigguns reported and I only saw one pup caught. I don't know. Maybe I'd have a different opinion if we'd hit it at a better time, but Im not sure I have any desire to go back. At least a hundred trucks parked side-by-side-by-side-by-side along the south side. Wind blowing so hard you couldnt fish anywhere else. Dirty looks for pulling into a spot. Barely enough room to put out one rod and getting tangled with neighbors on both sides. Even the pictures in the other thread where they're actually catching fish look like chaos to me. Just not at all what I think of when I think of surf fishing. My buddy stayed down in Buxton for the week and he managed to wrestle this massive shark up onto the sand one evening. She went 7' 4" and it sure looks like she's carrying pups. Can't even imagine what the weight was. He somehow managed to get her back into the water pretty quickly and said she swam away strong, but it sure wasnt easy. Pretty funny story to hear him tell it.
  3. Big fan of Lord Chet! I assume you brought that down with you, not bought on island, right? Hopefully the fishing improves down there. Ill be in Nags Head next week.
  4. Video from our trip...
  5. Do you typically anchor-up at these spots or just use your trolling motor to stay in proximity? I think anchoring is something I dont do enough. I tend to just float the whole bank when its obvious most fish from from the same couple spots. Partly because its easier and partly because my trolling motor battery(s) need replaced.
  6. WOW! Is that a hybrid? Would that make it more likely to have come from Raystown than Chessy? Either way, awesome catch, TJ!
  7. 10/19 - We arrived on the island Friday. The weather was beautiful and the fishing was pretty good. It felt great to be wading the surf in swim trunks. We started catching some smaller stuff immediately. Flounder, sea Mullet, pompano, black drum, spot, blues, etc. We had ordered 100 large bloodworms from Maine earlier in the week and they were HUGE and the fish LOVED them. We also picked up some fresh mullet and shrimp, but I dont think we would've even needed them with all the baitfish we were catching. We landed 2 slot drum in the afternoon and another 3 slots during the evening/night bite. Then around 11:30pm I had a big take-down on my heaver. I could tell right away from the head-shakes that it was a big drum. It made several runs and took me a couple hundred yards down the beach before hitting the sand. She went 45" from nose to fork. 10/20 - A cold front was coming and the weather was supposed to change drastically. They were calling for some rain and high winds. My buddy hooked up with another big drum first thing in the morning, but it came unbuttoned in the wash. We got another slot drum in the late morning and then the rains started intermittently. One of the problems with camping on PI is there really isnt anywhere to get out of the rain. We tried to setup a tarp for a little protection, but the winds made it tough. By the afternoon, the bite had shut-down completely and we were barely catching anything on the smaller rods. We continued fishing without a bite until about 2:00am. By this point, the winds had climbed to about 20mph. Worst part was, the really strong winds were really supposed to start tomorrow. 10/21 - The winds got really crazy during the night. Everyone was in their own tiny 2-man tent. The winds would blow so hard that it would collapse your tent and the sides would pin down against you. Made for a tough night of sleep. I got up in the morning to survey the damage. Our community/kitchen screen tent was blowing sideways, our table with all our stuff had blown over, and #### was everywhere. I took a leak and said "F THIS" and crawled back into my tent. By this time, the winds were blowing at 34mph, so hard that the ferry was shut-down for the morning. It was about 9am. Everyone was awake and we were yelling back-and-forth to each other because no one wanted to get out of their tent. I talked to an old-timer the next day who said these winds were worse than hurricane Michael a few weeks earlier. Around 10am, I crawled out of my tent again and saw a huge flock of birds diving about 300 yards off the beach (it was the only action like this we saw the whole time). We grabbed our stuff and ran down excitedly to fish. It was insane. It was too windy to even put up our wind screens. We hunkered down behind the truck, but it barely helped. The birds kept diving for about an hour or so, but I couldnt reach them with a tin (even with 34mph winds at my back) and we had no luck on bait. This continued for the next 8 hours or so until the winds finally started to calm a little. We continued to fish unsuccessfully until about midnight and then we all called it a night. 10/22 - The winds had calmed and the sun was shining once again, but it was still a bit chilly. Too chilly to take off the waders. It had now been almost 48 hours since we caught a drum and were hoping our luck would change with the weather. The skunk continued through the morning and finally, in the afternoon, the small rods started heating back up again and we stock-piled some more bait. The sun went down and that night we picked up 2 more slot drum. Not our best trip and not our worst. The old-timer I talked to (had been coming there since 1971) said he caught 21 drum (the most he's ever caught in one day) on Thursday, the day before we arrived. Just goes to show how much timing/luck/weather can change your trip. Still working on the video of our trip. Ill post it here when its ready. Unfortunately, much of the drum action happened at night, so there wasn't video of that.
  8. Couple pics from a recent trip down to NC.
  9. The guy in the video says if prepared properly, you will not get violently ill first. Its definitely worth watching (for entertainment if nothing else). The fact that he is a crazy MF'er and says he'll never do it again is all I needed to see/hear.
  10. Sure looks like it to me, but Im not an expert.
  11. Spotted this cool looking specimen while on a walk. Turns out its a Amanita Muscaria (aka Fly Ageric). Noted for its hallucinogenic properties and used by many cultures as an intoxicant. It's technically classified as poisonous, but human deaths from ingestion are extremely rare. In addition to being featured in Alice in Wonderland, its also widely believed to be the intoxicant used by the Berserkers (champion Norse warriors said to have fought in a trance-like fury, a characteristic which later gave rise to the English work "berserk".) After further research, I stumbled across this Youtube video showing how to prepare it (I did not try it).
  12. Not really bizarre, but this did scare the #### out of us one night. We were on a 4 day fishing trip, primitive camping on the beach. It was the last night and high-tide was was supposed to be around midnight. We were setup at the same spot we had been on the last 3 nights. The beach was about 100yds wide and very flat. There was a fairly steep drop-off at the edge of the ocean. At low tide, you had to walk down the hill to get to the edge of the water. At high-tide, the water came up about 3ft below the edge of the drop-off. We had been going at it hard all day and everyone was pretty banged-up. We were fighting to make it through the high-tide so we could go pass-out in our tents. We knew we were close, because the water was up about 3 ft from the top. The other two guys were sitting in their chairs at the edge of the bank and I was taking a leak between the truck and the fire when all of the sudden, out of nowhere, a rogue wave came smashing up over the edge of the bank, completely breaching the beach. My one buddy was playing a game on his phone, the other was "resting his eyes" when it happened. Keep in mind that we had been fishing here the last 3 nights and the water had never come close to breaching the edge. It was as close to pure chaos as Ive ever seen. Without warning, the wave smashed them both in the face and knocked them backwards. I had my back to the water and simultaneously heard the wave crash, felt the rush of water at my feet, and heard an explosion like a bomb as the water rushed into the huge fire-pit. The truck next to me instantly dropped 2 inches into the sand and shifted to the side as the water rushed 100ft past us back towards the dunes. Clothes, waders, cans, gear, garbage, etc went flying everywhere. Everyone instantly jumped-up and sprinted away from the ocean. After about 60 seconds of sheer panic, we gathered all our #### and hauled ass back to the dunes. We laugh about it today, but it was pretty terrifying at the time! Here's a picture from the next day's high-tide to give you an idea of what Im talking about.
  13. 1/16 Ned rig. Wasn't a great bite, but we were only out a couple hours. My buddy got a 16" and all the rest were dinks.
  14. Finally got out yesterday after what felt like years. Was rewarded with this 19" bruiser!