Lessons from the Salt (2022) — Strike Zones, Sensitivity and Persistence

by | Aug 8, 2022 | 9 comments

Get me to a beach, put me on the surf with a fishing rod, and I’m all at once intrigued and mesmerized, lost and captivated by the endless questions presented by complex currents and mysterious fish.

While bay waters have their charm, I wish more for uninterrupted hours hucking bucktails and soft plastics into the Atlantic. The churning waves, the cuts, troughs and sandbars of beach water mimic the flows of a good river that is full of structure. And tearing apart the differences to find the similarities between the two water systems is a challenge that’s renewed with each trip to the salt.

Our family beach vacations are now fishing trips. Thankfully, I have two boys who love the strong pull of ocean fish and a wife who kindly tolerates my fishing, every morning and every evening.

We visit LBI, New Jersey, every summer. And what I’ve learned in the last four years since I started fishing the surf has finally solidified into something I can lean on. Because, as we crossed the bridge toward the mainland a few days ago, at the end of a week-long stay and with the ocean winds behind us, I finally felt satisfied. For the first time, I’d found some consistency — a success not based on the numbers or the size of fish, but on the knowledge that I’d fished well. And in the last two days of our trip, every shift, both mornings and evenings, produced fluke (summer flounder) like I’d never seen on the end of my line.

It took four years to have that feeling just once. And who knows if I’ll be able to pick up where I left off when we return for striper this fall. I hope so. But this is fishing, and modest gains are fleeting. Then again, I feel like I finally set a baseline for both reading the water and having a feel for where my lure is in the column. And these should be skills that don’t evaporate with the next challenge.

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The key to it all was finding the strike zone. I give the same name to that cushion of water near the bottom but on it, back here in our trout rivers. And whether I’m fishing nymphs or streamers, my underwater flies most often must find that targeted water to convince a fish.

Fluke in the ocean, it turns out, are not all that different. Get it near the bottom but not stuck on it. Don’t touch too often, and don’t pause the bucktail. Instead, jig and swim the baitfish imitation in a relatively narrow range of the water column that’s pretty low, but not too high either.

In my first year of fishing saltwater, I was overwhelmed with a flood of information and tactical choices. It was my own fault really, for trying to assimilate too many quality resources and seemingly complex methods. I fished a high-low rig. I fished bait, Gulp Mullets and some tins. I did best that first season with the high-low rig, because the drop shot method was familiar, and it provided me with a reference for the bottom — some kind of familiarity in a magnificently puzzling mess of waves.

I spent year number-two focused on bucktails with teasers on a tag, and I now understand that I was at least twice as heavy as I needed to be. Year three was a combination of everything I’d learned, and I was once again overwhelmed with options. So I went into this year with a new determination and some specific gear designed to fish lighter. And while the Jerk Shad and jigging approach didn’t produce much in the first half of my week, I finally learned to feel the currents. Eventually, I realized I could close my eyes or fish after dark and still know where my lure was by feeling the load on the rod tip. That sensitivity was gained only by time. Gliding above the undertow is not something I could have understood before now. I needed to get it wrong about ten-thousand times, and then finally get it right another ten-thousand more.

At mid-week, I drove to Stone Harbor to meet Austin, who was also on vacation with a fishing rod. And I remember saying to him that I felt like I was finally fishing the surf well. I was doing what I wanted to do with the lures, but it wasn’t yet producing. So then, four days into the trip, it was time for a significant change. And I refocused on the bucktails from years past.

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With bucktails, I would do more swimming and less jigging, with slower presentations that varied more as I matched the lure motions to the speed and depth of the waves. It felt identical to what I call a Crossover technique with streamers in my favorite rivers. And with that match made and processed, I finally launched casts into the ocean with confidence. And the fluke followed.

Joey, my oldest son, had been fishing bayside in the evenings with his brother, Aiden, as they were captivated by catching brown sharks. But hearing of my improving success, Joey joined me on our last evening to try the bucktails together. When I’d landed a handful of fluke and missed as many more, Joey looked at me thoughtfully and said, “Okay, Dad, you’re definitely doing something different than me. What is it?”

I told him about the strike zone. I suggested that he was probably relying too much on bottom contact and suggested that he should trust the rod tip for feedback. We talked about the similarities of where we try to put nymphs and (often) streamers back home, and he seemed to get it. Then, about ten minutes later, Joey was into his first fluke of the night. There’s really nothing like that feeling of landing fish together with my son. Success continued, and we fished well into the dark before walking along the cool sand, back into the streetlights.

On my trip with Austin, he asked me why I don’t fish a fly rod in the surf. And I told him because I didn’t feel it was the best tool for the job. That’s true. For the presentations I want to achieve, the fly rod and fly line is a handicap.

But that’s not the only reason. I enjoy revisiting the spinning rod tactics of my youth. I fish Rapalas and in-line spinners on occasion back home too. Because what I learn from working with different tools provides a more complete picture for my favorite tactics. It inspires new ideas for presentations, for fly design and leader formulas. And there is no shortcut for this kind of learning. Time with these varied tools is the only real teacher.

So, I know I’ll look back on this summer trip as the point in time when I had my first real breakthrough on the surf. Sensitivity was the key — along with learning to trust those senses. And while extra weight was needed for the deepest and roughest parts of the ocean at high tide, frequent adjustments in bucktail size and even the fullness or sparseness of the deer hair finally made sense — the changes seemed intuitive.

Along with that, my modest success was the fruition of constant adjustment and a persistence to follow through with one tactic until I was sure I had it right, regardless of any fish tugging on the line.

My time spent away from the fly rod every summer is an invaluable education. It’s also a mental release. Something about wearing flip flops everyday invites a little more freedom into the heart. Walking in wet sand forces me to slow down. And long moments spent with my family remind me why I do all of this in the first place.

Fish hard, friends.

** NOTE ** If you are an LBI regular or a NJ surf fisher, please get in touch. The salt is a mystery to me, and I’ll take all the guidance I can get.

 

Enjoy the day.
Domenick Swentosky
T R O U T B I T T E N
domenick@troutbitten.com

 

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Hi. I’m a father of two young boys, a husband, author, fly fishing guide and a musician. I fish for wild brown trout in the cool limestone waters of Central Pennsylvania year round. This is my home, and I love it. Friends. Family. And the river.

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9 Comments

  1. I grew up fishing the east coast surf for 40+ years and only in the past 15 did I live near easily accessible trout water, and hence learned how to fly fish. Can’t agree more with using the tools that work best to catch the most fish…can’t beat a fly rod on a trout stream, and can’t beat regular gear in the surf. The surf is fun because you have so many different species, and their feeding tendencies are different, so you have adapt your presentations and the structure you fish if you want fluke vs. specs vs. spanish vs. reds, etc.

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    • Thanks for sharing this. I stayed with grandparents in Stone Harbor every summer back in the 1960s and 1970s.

      As a professed ‘all-tackle angler’ I agree that learning to be successful jigging, spinning, and bait fishing will improve your fly fishing also.

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  2. What kind of rod do like best for NJ shore. I live about an hour from sandy hook but haven’t tried it much. Eventually I’ll check out a local shop but as a follower of you techniques I respect your opinion.

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  3. Don’t know about US surf fishing, but here in Australia, it’s all about finding the fish “holding” zones first, then presenting the correct bait/lure/fly. It’s exactly like reading a trout stream and figuring out where they will sit, rather than blind casting into an apocalyptically large ocean. Like trout, most non-pelagic species will sit where a current brings the food to them. Honestly, if you can read the beach to find the fish, then it almost doesn’t matter what “bait” you use. And when there’s no swell to speak of – definitely try waving the long wand – it’s so much fun.

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  4. Exposing yourself to fishing salt and freshwater with various tackles and fishing methods will make you a much better angler in the long run. I would suggest to all anglers don’t become a one-dimensional angler with a fly rod only. Experience it all because you will become a better all-around angler for it. That experience will improve your fly game twofold. Next time you vacation, use a silver spoon about 1-3/4 inches in length. I have caught many flukes in the surf using them. The bucktail jig in white tied with red thread was the standard bucktail used back in the fifties to see many species of saltwater fish caught. I am now a fly fishing guide in North Central Arkansas for trout, and my broad base of knowledge in saltwater and freshwater has made me a much better guide.

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  5. Dom, what type of tactics with the fly rod was your buddy using? I’ve fished the Jersey salt a few times but have yet to have any hook ups. Thanks.

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  6. So great to read this!
    I live on the coast here in NJ and fluke fish often. I also write a bit and recently posted about how I rig to better catch and release fluke.
    In another post I talk about your work and troutbitten.
    I’d be honored if you’d check it out!

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  7. I enjoyed your post and appreciate your honesty. The journey from “overwhelmed by options” to “finally fishing the surf well” is essentially the same journey for all passionate anglers must travel. I also found bucktails hard to stay connected to while fishing boulder fields for stripers. The combination of current and weight ultimately creates a swing (after you hung up on rocks a bunch in the “learning phase”) that is reminiscent of a steelhead presentation. That’s when they eat.

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  8. I spent years chasing striped bass in the surf. It’s my favorite fishing. Most of the time, figuring out where they are is key. I look for troughs right off the beach, and natural breaks. You’d be surprised what swims within 2 feet off the beach. I once fished for bonefish off the surf in Eleurhra. We took some really large bones in inches of water. I just love the surf.

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