Stone Harbor, NJ Fishing Reports

Your Stone Harbor Fishing Experience


Stay up-to-date with the latest fishing conditions and catches at Brynnie-B Inshore Fishing by exploring our informative fishing report. Our fishing report provides valuable insights and updates on the current state of the waters off the New Jersey coast, ensuring that anglers are well-prepared for their upcoming adventures. Whether you're interested in inshore fishing, surf fishing, or charters in Cape May, NJ, our report is your go-to resource for the most accurate and timely information. Get ready to embark on your next fishing expedition with confidence, guided by the expertise of Brynnie-B Inshore Fishing.


We frequently get these questions. Is fishing a big part of New Jersey? What fish can you catch and eat in NJ? Does New Jersey have a state fish? Well, fishing is indeed a significant part of New Jersey's culture and economy. The state offers a wide variety of fish species that can be caught and enjoyed, including striped bass, bluefish, fluke (summer flounder), and black sea bass, to name a few. While New Jersey does not have an official state fish, it is well-known for its diverse and abundant marine life, making it a prime location for anglers. Brynnie-B Inshore Fishing capitalizes on this rich fishing heritage by providing top-notch fishing experiences, specializing in catching many of these prized fish species and offering anglers the opportunity to savor the bounty of New Jersey's waters.


Explore our fishing reports to discover the thrilling adventures our guests have had while reeling in these incredible fish!


Brynnie-B Inshore Fishing offers a range of fishing trips, with durations spanning from 3 to 6 hours, allowing you to tailor your adventure based on your preferred experience and the amount of time you'd like to spend on the water.


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December 4, 2022

Togging is on fire!

Hit a bunch of wrecks on the reefs on two separate trips. The first trip we landed 70 or so tog. The second trip we landed around 100 tog, sea bass, and spiny dogs, with 84 of the fish caught being tog. 16 keepers between the two trips. It was nonstop action both days, and nothing but fun!
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November 12, 2022

Back Bay Bass

Bugged around the back last night to see if the stripers would be chewing prior to the storm rolling up the coast. Butch tagged along too. 
Decided to run some different areas to take advantage of the incoming and then turn of the tide. The first area we tried seemed quiet. There were already two guys there fishing. They stated that they had been picking at the bass and even landed a keeper. We pit on heavier jigs and plied the depths. The two guys each landed a short. Butch and I struck out. We made a move.
The next spot had a few bass blowing up on small bait. I managed a short holding near a piling. No other action. The next area was devoid of life. So, on to the next.
Butch decided that he wanted to try so.e clam that he brought along. I stuck with my 1/4 ounce jig and plastics. I nailed a striper off another piling. Then two more off structure. Butch got his first striper of the night as well.
We skipped a few areas due to fishermen already working them over. Seems there are more and more people fishing these days. Thankfully there are enough areas around to find solitude. Our next area had fish cruising, but they had lock jaw. The stop after seemed quiet, but Butch managed to land two back to back on plastics. Casting into the same area no less. 
I had high hopes for our next area as it had been producing lately. It didn't disappoint. I hooked with a nice striper that gave me a serious tussle. It took off and I couldn't turn it. It finally managed to spit the hook. I was pissed,  but it's part of the game. I managed another striper that measured in at 25". Quite the brawler, but nothing like the one I lost. 
We checked a spot afterward, which was quiet. Then made one final stop for the night. Again, pretty quiet. So.e shad flashing around down deep. I pulled one last striper, another 25 inches, off a flat. There couldn't have been more than a foot of water. The bugger smashed my jig as soon as it landed and took off. It put on quite the show on the surface. Pretty sure it scared off everything within a quarter mile or so. And that's where we ended our evening. And a fun one it was.
Before I end my verbal barrage, I'd like to say thank you to all of the veterans out there. Thank you for your selfless sacrifice and service to preserve the freedoms we all take for granted. You are the best part of these United States of America. 
Tight Lines!

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November 4, 2022

Back Bay fun!

Ran around the back tonight solo. It was gorgeous out; light NE breeze, 60 degrees, and a moderate outgoing tide.  I found two stripers at my first stop of the evening. Caught them on back to back casts. Landed the first one and released it. The second ended up spitting the hook after a prolonged battle. No other action after that. There was a ton of bait around, spearing, small crabs, and squid.
My next stop was quiet except for some little fish zipping around. Not sure if they were small blues or little shad. They wouldn't touch anything I threw at them. So, I ran to another area.
This spot was loaded with shad. They were flashing all over the place. I pit on a sabiki rig and had a blast hauling up the little thrashers. Figured I might as well stock up for next flounder season while they're around. I kept twenty. I fileted them and packed them so I could vacuum pack them later. While at the cleaning station I landed two more stripers. All the stripers came on a quarter ounce jig head loaded with a Berkley Jerk Shad watermelon pearl. It's my go-to plastic.
After cleaning the shad I ran to one final spot. It was loaded with little fish like the spot from earlier. So, with no action, I called it a night. 
This is pretty much how it's been theist few times I've been out. Lots of stripers around in the 20 to 24 inch range, with occasional keeper sized stripers in the mix. Usually they are on top, but so.e nights they are down deep. You just need to work the area over and pay attention to the signs. Definitely worth getting out...

Tight Lines!
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October 24, 2022

Testing out new toys...

Well, I finally got the Brynnie-B II back on Friday. She looks good! I added a Minn Kota Riptide trolling motor, two new Simrad NSS12+Evo3S sounders, new spreader lights from Black Oak, new LED nav lights in the rub rail, and of course three more batteries. It took nearly a month, but definitely worth the wait.
I poked out into the ocean on Saturday with my buddy Chris to see what the trolling motor could do, and see how the new screens look. We set up over a wreck and tried to engage the anchor feature of the trolling motor. It took us a few attempts. Two older guys with new technology and no instructions is never a good mix. We finally muddled through it and got set up right on top of the wreck. We stayed perfectly over the structure despite the wind and current. I am seriously looking forward to getting better with the new toy. It will open up so many opportunities for fishing. 
Once we got set up we dropped down some green crabs. Chris started off with a rig he's trying out, and I used a 3oz tog jig I just poured. We missed the first few drops as we were instantaneously assaulted by tog and sea bass. Pretty sure we were picked clean before our offerings even hit the wreck. We both had holes we could drop into for instant tog bites. Chris got a nice 16" keeper early on. I finally managed two tog on the jig once I dropped down to a two ounce. One was about a hair shy of 15", so it went back. I had a big tog grab my jig. I pulled it up and it pulled me right back down. After a short but fun tussle I was cut off by something sharp. That sucked! I switched over to a rig to improve my odds. Jigs are fun, and Skinner makes it look so damn easy, but there is definitely a learning curve. Chris tried a jig for a bit, but switched back out of frustration. My hook up ratio increased with the rig. We had hits on every drop. Between us we pulled up 30 some odd tog and sea bass. Chris was high hook on the day. And he got a little bluefish.
We hoped to find some bunker schools, or chance upon some stripers, but no such luck. The trolling motor worked superbly, holding us right on the wreck and allowing us to drop into the same holes consistently. Technology is awesome. Now I need to get better at using it. Much better. The screens are sweet too. Big, clear, and accurate.
And just a heads up. If you are launching out of Stone Harbor and traversing the football field, be aware that there us currently a dredge working and you need to slow down and co.e off plane. We were running at dead low. It was only 2' along the dredged working area. We bumped bottom, but made it through. Coming back in just shy of four hours later it was only barely above 3 feet in depth. So watch yourself in the area. Hopefully they clear it out soon.
Tight Lines!
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September 18, 2022

Fluke bonanza on the Brynnie-B!

So, my charter scheduled for today had to cancel due to extenuating circumstances. Then my allergies helped to bring on a wonderful ear ache/sinus infection combo that has been kicking my tail all week. So I figured I might as well go fishing anyway.
I was able to coerce Tim and Scott into tagging along on the trip. We launched out of Stone Harbor and ran out to the reef. Conditions were pretty nice and only got better as the day wore on. We started off drifting rubble, trying to stay away from everyone else. After a few failed drifts we found some fluke. You had to pick through the voracious sea bass, but when a fluke hit, you knew it. While the sea bass picked, the fluke slammed. 
I nailed a 22" beast early on, then a nice 17.75". Tim got a 21" and another 21" later that went on Scott's account. Tim also nailed two other 17.9" fluke. He was high hook on the day. We got a bunch of throw backs, and sea bass throughout the day. We moved around and worked over various pieces of rubble. The key was short, focused drifts. Squid and Gulp were the baits. And pink was the color of choice. We hoped for so.e trash fish to hack up for bait, but they weren't around for some reason.
Around 11am the reef bite died out. We took a ride and worked over a few wrecks. The first one we hit was a dead zone. The second held fish. We got our seventh and final keeper of the day, and tossed a few overs back. And more sea bass. While drifting we noticed a sizeable school of bunker and decided to see if anything fun was on them. We snagged two and sent them out on circle hooks. No takers. I snagged another and had a nice cobia follow it to the boat and then turn away. Then while drifting with the bunker school, three king mackeral (we assume that's what they were) slammed through the school at high speed, tore them up, then vanished.
Just after a nimrod in his spiffy SeaFox boat cruised up right where I was throwing my snag hook. He appeared to be rigging fluke rigs to catch the bunker we were snagging. Bright boy. He asked us what we were doing, to which we replied catching bait. He said that was his plan too. Then he asked where we were heading? I replied, right here. He took offense. He thought we were lying I presume. He was going out to the "lump" to catch mahi. Bet that worked out for him. We continued to mess with the bunker schools, but no takers. We considered heading to another wreck to see if we could top off our fluke limit, but decided we had plenty of meat for some delicious dinners and called it a day. No need to be greedy... Epic day with good friends. Doesn't get much better.
Tight Lines!
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September 11, 2022

Choppy ocean trip

Got a last minute invite to head out and fish for fluke and mahi today with Chris. It was so nice to not be in charge of the boat, or to have to watch everyone, and just be able to relax. Just fish.
We ran out a good ways in some snotty chop on top of big swells. It was a slow bumpy ride. We arrived at our first buoy and tossed so.e peanut bunker in to see if any fish were around. We didn't see any, but as we were figuring out the drift and Chris was setting up his trolling motor, a fish rolled on the surface. I hooked a peanut and tossed it out. Within about five seconds I came tight. The fish was strong and zipping all over the place. After a spirited battle I landed the biggest buoy jack I've ever seen. We poked around for awhile hoping for more Jack's, or better yet, mahi. But there were no other takers.
We ran inside a lite ways to check out a wreck, we picked a few sea bass off it. Then we ran to another wreck and tried its various pieces. Lots more sea bass, and so.e nice keeper sized ones. Of course the stupid season is closed. Chris was high hook on the day with two short fluke and an 18" keeper, multiple sea bass, two ribbonfish, and a blue. I think he must've stepped in shit or something. 
We had the ocean to ourselves for the most part, then some weird looking safari boat rolled up on us and jumped on our drift. The Ike n Lee or something like that. We watched them bring an angel shark boatside where one of the nimrods gaffed it to get their $.10 hook back. Classy move considering they are a protected species. They left, and we continued catching.
After a bunch of drifts the bite began to slow and we decided to run back home. Plus the wind was picking up. We had 4-5' swells with 2'-3'wind chop on top. It was fun. We had a few sprinkles throughout the day, but nothing heavy. Then as we neared the inlet we ran I to some heavier rain. Thankfully Chirs' boat has a cabin. And then once we pulled into the slip it started to rain again. Worth it. Fun day!
Tight Lines!

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September 11, 2022

Surf fishing fun

Things have slowed down in my fishing world as I am now back to teaching. Eventually I'll be able to retire and fish any time I please. While do do enjoy the teaching profession, I do so look forward to my fishy future.
This morning I dragged two friends, Justin and Scott, down onto the beach to brave the full Moon tide and treacherous rip currents. Did I mention the heavy surf? Yeah, there was that too. On the plus side the Moon set and sun rise were quite spectacular. 
I set out one rod with a Brown Dog Bomb kingfish rigs, Scott tossed out a shark rig. We were hoping to tag a decent one if we got lucky. The current was as expected, ripping. It dragged four ounce sputniks slowly down the beach. Hurricane sinkers wouldn't hold at all. Bloodworms, clam, and spot were the baits of choice.
I brought Idgie and Bubbalouie along for comic relief. They had a blast; beating up a dogshark, bullying a ghost crab, and hanging out with a bunch of beachgoers. They were a massive hit. 
We picked at fish all morning. Scott got things going by landing a very angry herring gull that tangles in his line as it flew past. We got it unwrapped and back on its way. Next up was a dogshark. Idgie had fun with it. A herring gull ended up gulping it down. Next came a bunch of spot and a cute little jack of some sort. 
I set out another rod with a shark rig. It went off pretty quickly. I fought the shark I to the break zone where it launched clear of the water and ended up breaking the line. It looked like a nice sized black tip. Next up, after more spot and doggies, was a skate. We tried skate wi gs for sharks, but no takers. When we switched back to spot I got another massive run off. Justin took the rod this time and had his hands full. The shark gave him a serious battle. It intensified in the break zone where the heavy current from the rather large waves assisted the shark on several blistering runs back out to deeper water. Scott tried pulling the line in order to get hold of the leader, but again, the line parted. We at least got a good look at the shark, which was a solid four to four and a half foot brown shark. Despite the loss, Justin enjoyed the battle.
Shortly thereafter my kingfish rigged rod doubled over screaming drag. I must've had a fish on and a shark cruised past and grabbed it. I fought whatever it was for awhile, slowly gaining line. But again, the line broke. This time it broke near the spool. So I'm thinking there us a flaw in the line. I'll be respooling for sure.
After that little tussle the action waned and we began to pack it in. The pups were pooped too. Surprisingly there were no kingfish today. We did get one little snapper blue too with his tail bitten off. Hopefully once the Moon wanes a but, and the seas calm out, the fishing will get even better...
Tight Lines!
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September 4, 2022

Fun trips!

This was my weekend of fun trips. I had Tim, Dave, and his son Jake out on Saturday. And on Sunday, I had Dean, his mom, sister, and her fiance out.
Saturday was supposed to be 2' seas at 10 seconds. For any non-boaters, this means the ocean is flat. The reality was 2-3' chop at 1 second or less. Manageable, but bumpy. We ran out a good way and set up for trolling. We pulled four small metals and Clark spoons behind the boat at six MPH. We had our first knock down as we approached a lump. It was a drag burner, but it managed to spit the hook. Our second take came on a turn at the point of the lump. After a spirited battle Jake landed a nice false albie. We ended up catching two more on the troll. We switched up tactics and rigged up three rods to target sharks. We set one of the albie carcasses out along with a chum bag too. We had a nice drift, good spread, great chum slick, but no sharks. We drifted for about and hour and a half. Thank God for the sandwiches and Tim's Old Bay cheesy pools. Eating was at least helpful in easing the pain of no fish. We finally had enough, pulled the rods and ran to the reef. We drifted over several wrecks and caught a bunch of nice sea bass. Keeper sized too. And of course the season is closed, so they all went back. With the lack of sharks and flounder, and the frustration of not being able to keep the nice sea bass, we called it a day.
Sunday was Dean's day. It has been a year in the making. We kept pushing the trip back last year due to weather. Today was the day, and it was perfect. Today we had the 2' or less at ten seconds conditions. You know it's calm when you can zip along at 35mph in the ocean.
We hit the reef and worked over so.e rubble. Dean, and everyone else, pulled in sea bass. There were a few short fluke in the mix too. Everywhere we tried it was sea bass. There were also a few croakers in the mix, small sea robin, and one skate. Finally, drifting along a wreck, Dean hooked an 18" fluke. We picked at fish on various pieces of rubble, and over wrecks all morning. We moved to the opposite end of the reef to try different structure. While drifting across so.e really snaggy stuff I had my rod go over hard. I pulled up a really nice four or five pound fluke. Dean grabbed the net, but the head came off as he tried to scoop the fluke. He grabbed the head, and my nice fluke spit the hook. Easy come, easy go. We made a few more drifts and got more sea bass, then called it a day.
Back at the ramp it was a complete cluster f#ck. There was a boat on the ramp and the dork was taking his sweet time getting out. The next boat down had owners that looked to be waiting for the reaper to claim their souls. We offered help, but they were content being slow. The jet ski dweeb got tired of waiting and used the other side of the ramp and cleared out quickly. I pulled my boat in to pull out and an a$$hole decided to pull his boat down and dunk it. They he asked me when I was pulling out. I explained to him that he was an a$$hole, and that there was a thing called ramp etiquette, which he was breaking. He didn't comprehend as I wasn't speaking f#cktard. So I went and fetched my trailer and pulled out and got away from the rampant stupidity.
Thank God it's Labor Day weekend. The shore is back in the hands of it's rightful owners. Sanity may now return...
Tight Lines!
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August 30, 2022

Back bays are lighting up!

I'm gonna ramble on a bit with this one as I have been out a few times for various reasons. I ran two fluke trips out to the reef that were less than stellar. Not bad necessarily, we had a lot of fun, but the fluke were smaller and much less cooperative. And the wind had swung back out of the south. Each trip saw at least one person become seasick as well. One ended early, the other with a keeper fluke caught in the back. 
I met up with Justin to check out the back bay bite via the bridges. We found loads of bait, super thick in some areas. Peanut bunker and spearing, swirling around in huge schools. So.e spots had fish blowing up on the bait, other spots were quiet. We saw stripers, blues, and even weakies in various areas, but getting them to bite was a conundrum. We went fishless despite our best efforts.
I ran Johnnie's ashy ass ( sorry, my way of getting a last joke in with my dear friend) out to his final resting place along with one of his friends, his brother and his wife. It was a bit sporty. But we made it and he is now sitting in one of his favorite fishing areas. He'd better Bring me some luck out there! And I hope he's enjoying the fishy view.
Being a bit of a somber day, as if on cue, Jesse gave me a call and broke me out of my mood. He wanted to the his daughter Alyssa out for a night trip. I warned him that the bite had been off the night before. He said, so? I often forget it's not always about the fishing. Sometimes it's about the time spend with family and friends. Fishing is secondary. 
So, we poked around in the dark and checked out the usual haunts. The water was a bit on the murky side, and there was still a ton of bait holing around the structures. We found the fish, and they were very willing participant's. Very willing. Jesse and I ended up landing five nice stripers each to Alyssa's one. We landed, or had boatside, four weakfish each and lost a few more. And then later in the night we got into some nice blues. In the three plus pound range. They were fat, aggressive, and puking up spearing and peanuts like crazy. Alyssa was high hook with the blues, while Jesse and I landed four or five each and fed far more a variety of plastics.
It was a perfect evening too. Slicky calm, slight breeze, good friends, billions of stars, and willing fish. Can't ask for much more...
Tight Lines!
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August 25, 2022

Fun day of the reef

Ran out today with Mike, his son Garett, Andrew, and Pat. We had high hopes for some good catches. It was hard not to with the perfect conditions. Clear, blue water, finally 75 degrees, bait all around, light breeze. Perfect.
As we headed out to the reef we came upon a nervous pod of bait. I cast a metal through the fracas, but no takers. We saw another nervous school, and then had a king mackeral launch put of the water in front of the boat. That was cool. Given all the signs, we figured if the reef fishing was poor, we had trolling to fall back on.
We hit the reef and started to work over the rubble. We were one of five boats early on. We picked up two short sea bass, a sea robin, and a keeper fluke. Garrett hauled the fluke up.
We moved around the reef to different structures trying to find a decent, steady bite. Didn't happen. We'd get sea bass nibbles, and an occasional AL decent bite, but nothing consistent. Pat managed a decent sized squid. It was a cool catch at least. And made for some fresh calamari. 
We moved to another wreck to see if our luck might improve. It didn't. After a few drifts we moved again. And again, it was devoid of life. Nibbles, but nothing of substance. So we decided to try trolling.
I set up three rods, two with plugs, one with a small Clark spoon. We poked along at six miles per hour in hopes of something fun grabbing a line. We passed a big school of rainfish, and more of the other small nervous baits. They were to small to be bunker or herring. And larger than the rainfish. Not sure if they were tinker mackeral or something else. A small shiny fish jumped in our spread, but didn't bite anything. We trolled to a lump and called it quits for trolling.
We noticed another charter trolling the lump and catching little blues. I figured why troll when we can cast metals? So, we did. We loaded up on the blues. We kept 16 for dinner and bait. They ateast provided some much needed fun and saved what was an otherwise poor day of fishing. Not that it wasn't fun, because it was. But it's nice to catch too. And of course I heard from a friend, who had a buddy on a headboat today. They fished the same area we started in and supposedly mugged up on some nice flounder. So the lesson here is, I need to slow it down, work the areas over more thoroughly, and keep at it regardless of the initial action. Tomorrow is another day. I will definitely work the area over more patiently. Hopefully it works...
Tight Lines!
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August 13, 2022

Surf Fishing with Friends

Hit the surf for a fun fish with Paul and Scott. We set out six rods between us and hoped for the best. You couldn't have asked for a more perfect morning: cool temperature, slight breeze, calm seas, nice sunrise, ospreys and pelicans in search mode, dolphins leaping. It was all too perfect.
And then there was the fishing. Or rather, the lack thereof. We couldn't buy a touch. At least not from any kingfish,  spot, weakiea, blues, or other decent species. Instead we got skates. I finally winged one to try as shark bait in hopes the sacrifice would appease the Fish God's. Then we got a small doggie. Yup, that worked.
Finally, around high tide, Scott's rod went over hard and he came tight to a decent fish. After a fun battle he landed a three foot sandbar shark. He did some silly things in his excitement,  but the shark was released quickly and swam off. Scott was forgiven his indiscretions as he is fairly new to surf fishing and it was his first good catch on his new rod. Hopefully there will be many more to follow.
Next one if my rods went over with a screaming drag. I had Paul grab it and he was tight to a strong fast beast. He was fighting it, then thought he lost it. Then it took off again, then went slack. And then finally it came tight and stayed tight. It was quite the show. He finally hauled in a nice sized bull nosed ray. We photo'd and released it quickly. Then, not another touch. We packed it in and headed off the beach. We took the scenic route home and stopped at Brittons Bakery for some of the best cream donuts and apple fritters to be had. The sugar rush made up for the overall poor fishing. Actually, ending the day with the two brawlers made the day. The donuts were just dessert...
Tight Lines!
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August 8, 2022

Cape May Surf Fishing

Back in the surf again this morning with Jim and Shay. I set out the usual assortment of rods. The crabs were slightly less ravenous today, but still tore up our baits. Of course I forgot to bring a rag along and made a mess of my shirt. Then a bloodworm decided to hose me with it's blood, adding to the mess that I was.
The fish were fairly cooperative today. We managed to land seven kingfish, a few spot, a doggie, two skates, and a brown shark. It wasn't fast and furious, but it was fun. And we we catching, unlike most everyone else fishing the beach.
We had the usual natural displays going on; dolphins crashing bait, ospreys picking off unsuspecting fish, a few small bird plays on small bait, and the usual assortment of beachgoing shoobies. The highlight of the trip was Shay battling the little brown shark. It dragged him down the beach and drew the usual crowd. Shay fought it like a champ while proud dad captured the battle on video. We tried for another shark, or big ray, but it didn't happen. Maybe another time. Given how cloudy the water looked today, it wasn't too bad. Hopefully it keeps improving...
Tight Lines!