Rockaway Outdoors/Tales From The Wheelhouse
Finally, some sparks of life up front along the beaches of Rockaway and further down the beach from Debbs up toward Point Lookout and Jones Inlet. Bunker and lot of them are schooling up occasionally fish ripping through them if you get on the right pod. The action should improve as we come closer to this next moon.
The "Big Jetty" at Breezy was the place to be on Sunday morning. Bass, and albies showed up, which nothing was too big as far as size goes, but plenty of action on jigs. It's crazy action for the moment considering the past week or so. Hopefully it will and should get better as the fall run begins to materialize.
While were on the subject of crazies, Cheach and his entourage were up in Rhode Island this past week. It was a interesting trio of anglers, to say the least. They shared an efficiency room, you know the kind were one cooks, cleans and does other domestic stuff. I shared many a room with Cheach and can honestly say Martha Stewart has nothing to worry about. I spoke to them on Thursday, and although they landed some stripers, as of yet, they landed no jumbos.
Fortunately I have my own cadre of insane fish spies, from which I gather my intel.
That brings us to Joe "G". Just what is a Joe G you may be wondering? Don't stress, I'll clue you in. Joey is another one of my many degenerate fishing friends. The man called me on Thursday to notify me that there were birds working as he passed over the railroad bridge en rout to work.
He added that no fish were breaking, just that the birds were working and probably over small bait. Hmm, it's good thing to know, especially in lieu of the fact that I was at work trying to scheme a plan to get out of work. This only added to the plot. Where's Ferris Bueller when you need him?
One point of interest regarding this column, if any one follows it, which I doubt since they can usually tell when the fishing is slow. I have to revert to speaking about my friends and related nonsense.
In fact, the fishing is so slow that the other day I called one of my many fish friends only to have his wife answer the phone. It seems he was out beachcombing and doing his metal detecting thing. Anyway, I get into a conversation with her and very enjoyable at that. I was filled in on her vacations and summer activities.
All the while I am trying to see how the conversation might add into some fishing info. The topic never comes up and like every good fisher mans wife says nothing about what her husband has been catching. Well schooled would be an understatement.
Fast forward as the patriarch of the family returns my call. Now for the next hour he proceeds to tell me in detail how he and his sidekick went out the other night.
They fished Jamaica Bay drifting live eels for stripers. They didn't catch it which would have satisfied my curiosity but that wasn't to be. I was informed at great length that his eel wasn't even touched by stripers, not so much as a bass or blue for that matter even sniffing it.
He added by trying to use the same eel the entire night. It was a good eel, as eels go. He thought it was an attractive and good size "bass eel". Anyway, he assured me he would be out eeling again soon and knowing him, it will be probably the next night.
I'm going to give him a call after this article is done and see if he used the same eel. I think that would be something of interest. Wouldn't you agree?
The opening of blackfish season had mixed reviews. Anglers that I spoke with had their share of keepers but by and large, the fish were average, which for this time of year is really normal. After a few cold snaps I'm sure they'll grow in size. 1Offshore was happening too. Bluefin tuna in the Mud Hole and a favorite fall hangout for these "horse mackerel", this time of year had its moments. Some Makos around the Virginia and surrounding rockpiles also were landed.