Rockaway Outdoors/Tales From The Wheelhouse
At last we finally get our shot at the Fall big bass. This moon good things happened in the bay and more so outside up front in the ocean. The rips off of Breezy Point yielded some quality bass over the past week. Tuesday morning aboard the Karen Ann , Dan and friends from Philly landed bass into the upper twenties trolling and jigging. On the same day an afternoon trip for Andy and his buddy was even better bass into the mid thirties and, get this, it was Andy's first striper ever. That's one to remember. He fought the fish like a veteran. But we weren't the only ones. Every place you looked rods were bent. Anglers leaning into fish.
Up and down the beach, party boats and sport fishermen alike are busy chasing birds hovering over bass and blues. Diamond jigs have been lethal whether bouncing them off the bottom or casting on the surface, nothing mimics a sand eel better. It seems as if everyone is getting his or her licks; in, fly rodders, surfcasters, kayakers and boaters all assembling on the battlefront.
Hopefully it's just the start and will hold up till December 15, the end of the striper season.
Blackfish, tautog, white chins. Call them what you like, but they, too, have been putting on the feed bag. The good fishing seems to be a bit south along the channel pieces, toward Scotland and offshore, but I wouldn't give up on the Rockaway reef either. Anglers coming off the Capt. Dave out of Sheepshead Bay were smiling on Tuesday. Dave took the helm and had a special offshore blackfish marathon, plenty of quality blackfish as reported to me by the regulars. Apparently the combination of northwest winds and upcoming moon had the tog growling.
Moving a bit to the east, Debbs Inlet, especially Silver Point, had its share of bass in also. Mixed in with the squid hounds (an old-timers name for stripers) was some medium to jumbo bluefish. The fish were gorging themselves on sand eels, bunker, anchovies and whatever was swimming by. With bait fish like this around it's only a matter of time before the bluefin tuna invade the area. Last fall, if you recall, medium bluefin, some toppling the scales over onehundred pounds, came inshore and were pursued by the "tuna groupies," if you will. So that's about it. My advise - hit the water and catch 'em up. Oh and Until the next tide ...