I do not know the name of this lake.When: Wednesday, September 5th, from 5:30pm to 6pm
Where: A random lake in Matawan/Old Bridge
Weather: Fair skies, 72-degrees, north wind close to 15mph
Barometric Pressure: 30.32in (high) and rising
Moon: Waxing, a few days after the first quarter
Water Conditions: Silty
First off, I don't really have a whole lot of time to write this.
Second, my fishing trip wasn't all that exciting anyway.
I ended my day with an appointment postponing on me. I love it when they wait until I've driven all the way down to let me know they won't be there. Luckily, since this guy had done this once before, I had scheduled another appointment a few minutes away for the same day. Of course that didn't work out very well either.
Fun fun fun.
After utilizing my time wisely by prospecting and making phone calls, I called it a day at 5:30. I checked Mapquest (I can't stand GoogleMaps these days) to see if there was any water around, and lo and behold, there was. I could see that Rte. 34 where I had been parked and making calls runs directly over what looked like a small impoundment. So, I took the drive, found it, parked and then walked down to the water.
I knew nothing about this place, and still don't know the name, but it had all the earmarks of a Southern-ish NJ pickerel haunt.
Sandy bottom, silty water and lots of weeds.
I tossed Wave Tiki Sticks around the grassbeds and could not believe that I did not get a bite. I did see a few sunfish, but I'm suspecting the high-pressure system may have turned the larger predators off.
I gave it 30, snapped a pic, and headed home.
Home is where the heart is.