Surf or sound…that was the question this week during our annual May week at Ocracoke. I fished both, but sound definitely had the advantage on this trip. In fact, the sound fishing was pretty good at times, while the surf fishing was pretty crappy at all times.
Well, that isn’t precisely true: we had a decent flurry of small sea mullet and throwback flounder one afternoon, and I hooked up, but didn’t land a 2-3 pound black drum and another better-pulling drummy fish one morning. But, by and large, the surf fishing sucked. Restricted access didn’t help, but in actually probably made little difference. I made the knee deep trek past the resource closure to the South Point one pretty morning and it was deader than a doornail.
So that’s the bad. The ugly was the weather, particularly for the latter part of the week when a low pressure system stalled, driving strong northerly winds (which I particularly dislike during the spring) and regular showers and gusty squalls. But enough of the negative – let’s talk about the good.
I found some good, and at times great sound fishing; generally, the action was much better when the winds were down. The big news would have to be the gray trout – or weakfish as they are paradoxically known up north. There were good numbers of mostly keeper sized fish, sometimes hitting two at a time. My best fish were around 17” and pushing a pound and a half. Not large by any stretch, but pretty good for the spring run in NC. And even those small weaks are strong – the first day I got into them, they hit with those classic sea trout hard whacks. It’s been a few years since we had good numbers of weakfish, so their strong return is a good sign. It’s an even better sign that surprising numbers of weakfish are being reported throughout the mid-Atlantic coast. But it wasn’t just weakfish; we also caught flounder (I saw a 21-incher caught, but most were shorts; bottom of the dropping current was best), a couple speckled trout and the myriad panfish that couldn’t keep their grubby mouths off our Gulp baits.
As much as I love wading the sound, for an entire week of fishing, I could have used a better showing in the surf. However, so often the true measure of the shore-bound fisherman is how we play the hand we are dealt. From that perspective, every fishing trip is a good one and one featuring good number of my beloved weakfish is even better.
- The ladies (all three of them)
- Me and Cassea after spreading Dani’s ashes at one of our favorite places
- Lovely afternoon at Bodie Island Light






