We knew we were heading back to the Potomac, even though it was a good boat ride. It was a wild boat ride as it was at least 2-foot seas with a few 3+. My boat handled the chop like a champ, and I was very thankful to be in it as opposed to my previous one.
We did get to the Potomac after about an hour’s ride. We saw a bunch of boats an excellent little way east of us, but I didn’t want to get into that amount of crazy until minimally we had the lines out and settled.
We never settled the lines; before I could even get my side out, Scott had one on his side. Did I tell you I love my auto-pilot? Well, I do. It works so well when it keeps us straight when we need it most. We needed it most because, as it turns out, I had one rod in and one halfway out, plus he had two off with the third halfway out. It could have been a disaster of tangles, but I could go to his side and help get the fish while everything else just settled where it was out.
It turned out it was not a keeper, but we did confirm we were in a good spot. We caught it and all of the rest on the same old reliable umbrella rigs I have used. The old dedicated Colonial Heights (in honor of our friend) white bucktail with a red collar was very productive. Another classic that works well is the Purple People Eater, and finally, the Tequila Sunrise was the three most effective colors.
We could have had our limit of 20” fish in about 20 min, but as long as they were healthy, we tossed them back. We ended our day with about 40 fish (we got tired of counting) and kept the ones below.
