My feature on the Outdoors page in today’s Roanoke Times was a short piece on my recent long weekend trip to Cape Charles, a little town on Virginia’s Eastern Shore.
This was a family trip, but I managed to sneak out for a little fishing. OK, quite a bit of fishing. It helped that the fishing was great around the rocky breakwaters right off the street where our rental cottage was. (It was Monroe Street, but there are breakwaters all along the public town beach.)
I had heard that the Chesapeake Bay is flush with immature red drum, aka puppy drum. For once the reports didn’t exaggerate. Those fish were everywhere. They were small — 12 to 17 inches. But on light bass tackle — actually I was using a G. Loomis “walleye” rod — they were an absolute hoot. A 17-incher will TEAR YOU UP! My daughters got in on the action, too. They always want to kiss the fish, and they didn’t get that from Jimmy Houston, either. Not sure where they got it.
As I wrote today, the great fishing this year bodes well for next year, when these puppies will be back as 18- to 26-inchers. That the “keeper” slot, but I’m less interested in keeping these fish than just catching them.