2008-07-04 / Sports

Rockaway Outdoors/Tales From The Wheelhouse

By Captain Vinnie Calabro

Not bad. Not bad at all. Not bad. Not bad at all. I must be getting famous. Actually I am. You see the new found fame and adoring fans that I meet while fishing on the bay tip their caps. They comment on this column and say how they can't wait to get their Wave each week.

Yes and a very diverse one at that. On days when I don't have a charter, my deck can be graced by the following. I have Tony the "Hawk", I have a "Burnout", oh and a fish groupie named Wendy. And depending on how the surf fishing is I may have the presence of Cheach. Each one brings a little something to the table.

The Hawk being blind gives us a never ending supple of tangles, and a person to pick on when the fishing is slow. Unlike most disabled people who at times listen, the Hawk never shuts up and is somewhat of a know it all. However he dresses impeccably and a little pinnace is good for my image. Now Burnout crabs, and should I decide to do a crab bake for my fans he will definitely come in handy.

Now if I had a butcher I could do surf and turf but someone has already cornered that market. I won't say who, but I will say that if you are reading this article and I know you are, think about the future. Let's not forget Wendy. Wendy wormed her way in and hasn't left yet. Wendy's Jewish and brings nothing to the table.

On her first trip she brought a discount coupon from my brochure and didn't tip my mate. Enough said I think we all know where she's coming from.

I'll end this paragraph with Cheach. Cheach is a man that I would need volumes to elaborate on. He's a MAN's man and the consummate angler for all ages. A fishing rod becomes a WMD in his hands. Bucktail, bunker, popping plug, it doesn't matter because it's all good. Cheach is well Cheach.

All roads lead to ROCKAWAY . . . That being said I'll explain. At this moment schools of bunker are off the beaches of ROCKAWAY, mostly around the eighties and neighboring beaches. Boats from Debs Inlet and points east and west have been diverging on them and landing some jumbo stripers.

Head a bit offshore and you'll find the ROCKAWAY reef. And as of this writing, porgies, sea bass and trigger fish are being caught amongst its' debris and rocks. In between the reef and the beach lay a slew of wrecks. They are home to porgies, sea bass, and some doormat fluke at times.

Step onto the beach and you'll find on any given jetty surf fishermen, locals and some from all over the city.These dedicated anglers arrive on the beach in the pre dawn hours, casting lures in hope of fooling a striper .

At times the only witness to their victory is the sunrise itself, and on occasion a few beach combers with metal detectors probing the sand in pursuit of treasure. The other morning, I was fishing Breezy Point and boats from New Jersey, Staten Island, and Atlantic Beach all were drifting, trolling and casting around me. So in essence all roads do lead to ROCKAWAY.

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