Striped BassWhere I do most of my saltwater fly fishing is Long Island Sound which I think of as more of a giant tidal river starting at the eastern edge of New York and flowing into the Atlantic Ocean. And here in Connecticut our coastline is laced with many tidal rivers that are like the tributaries of the Sound. They range from big rivers with strong tidal flows to tiny creeks that empty at the bottom of the tide. In the spring these rivers are breeding grounds for the bait fish that feeds the ocean. Alewives and blueback herring come in to spawn where the salt meets the fresh water. At night adult silversides fill the estuaries in big numbers. Clam worms and grass shrimp by the hundreds meet on the surface of the water to mate. American eels, menhaden, needlefish, squid, crabs and many other critters fill the Sound and the rivers are full of life. And the striped bass are there. Under the cover of darkness in the tidal flows they feed and show their presence. Stripers love current and they set up in feeding lanes much like trout letting the water bring the food to them. They are usually not aggressive or chasing bait like they do out on open water. It isn’t blitz fishing where casting and stripping takes the most fish. A well presented fly that drifts in the current and looks the most natural usually gets the most takes. Traditional techniques adopted from freshwater fisherman like greased-line and wet fly swings are very useful and enable a good drift in the complex currents. Longer progressive action rods of ten and a half feet and floating lines help in controlling your line and drift by mending. Flatwings, originated by Ken Abrames, tied with natural materials like bucktail, saddle hackles and jungle cock eyes move and look alive on a dead drift. I often fish with two or more flies at a time to give the fish a choice. A shrimp fly, a silverside and maybe a larger baitfish or eel at the tail and the stripers will let you know. Most of the fish are small with the occasional ten pound fish but when larger bait is present small runs of bigger fish come in to feed. The other night I had a feeling about this one tidal river I fish. Its a trout stream at the head but gets wider and tidal closer to the mouth. It gets a decent run of herring in the spring but is lesser know than the bigger rivers in the state. So I arrived at the spot and looked down and saw a small school of adult menhaden packed in tight together fighting the flow. I tied on a twelve inch flatwing and set up above the bait. A long cast and several mends kept my fly drifting down the current looking like a bait dropping out of the school. About a half hour in I felt tension on my line and set the hook. It was a small fish but I knew there where bigger ones there. I stayed focused and changed flies and just kept fishing. Then I made a good cast, mended and my fly went through the slot on a perfect dead drift. I felt a fish flare its gills and suck my fly in. I set the hook hard. And again. And I set again. The fish ran straight at me and then upstream going deep into my backing. I knew it was a good fish but when I finally fought it to the bank and grabbed it by the gill plate I was shocked. She was my biggest and absolutely beautiful. Twenty-eight pounds and fat. I held her in the current until she broke my grip and released her to fight another day. I stayed through the end of the tide and caught another nice fish in the low twenty pound range but when the current ended so did the fishing. It was a truly memorable night that I will never forget.