It's 4am when my alarm goes off. At 5:30 I'm at gate 35 meeting my friend Eli, and we head out on a lengthy hike towards open shoreline. Within 5 minutes of fishing the smallies are biting, and it never slows down, even after the sun tries to break through overcast skies. They were hitting Ned rigs, poppers, shaky head jigs, Kastmaters, Whopper Ploppers, and I have a feeling would have clobbered inline spinners, jerkbait, and swimbait if we had more time to throw. Eli lost an absolute titan, probably weighing 5 plus pounds, when the elusive behemoth jumped, somehow shaking off dual treble hooks close to shore.
Tank on the Ned rig
Football on a shaky head jig