
By Mike McNeilly
I don’t get out after stripers the way I used to. Logistically, I just can’t get over the hurdles. They are a long ways from my home, and my time is stretched thinner than ever. There are many clichés I can cite, work, kids and lack of funds etc. I used to have a real fire in my belly for stripers, but now I just enjoy being out on the delta. There’s something about that fertile green water and the rolling lush hills of the Lower Sacramento that beckon to me this time of year.
This has been an exceptionally wet winter/spring, and the fishing has been a little off of its usual pacing from what I can see. During the peak of the drought in 2014-15, the striper spawn started as early as mid-February. This year winter extended well into the end of March. The first real signs of a spring bite began somewhere around early to mid-April. The Sacramento side of the delta was blown out. The river was scooting along briskly, and the color was turbid brown at best.
That meant that everybody with cabin fever found their way to the relatively clear waters of the San Joaquin side of the delta. There undoubtedly were plenty of stripers in the off-color waters of the Sacramento, but the conditions were poor for targeting them. Suffice it to say that the fishing pressure on the San Joaquin side was pretty stiff early this spring.
In early April, I found myself trolling amongst the masses on my buddy JW’s “stanky” brown Smokercraft. The brown boat started out slow, but we managed to scratch out some quality fish shallow trolling Yo-Zuri’s along a flat of witches’ hair. The bite was far from hot, but we ended the day one fish short of limits for four guys.
Better yet was the grade of fish we ran into. They were slabs. At one point my rod bent to the cork, and a big fish yanked line off my line counter reel willy-nilly. After a