2009-05-01 / Sports

Rockaway Outdoors/Tales From The Wheelhouse

By Captain Vinnie Calabro

Got Bass? Got Bass? Fishing wasn't too bad this past week, at least not in Jamaica Bay. Flounder seemed to be more active and the stripers also started to stir about.

Aboard the Karen Ann we had several days where anglers limited out on bass, some quality fish for this time of year, the better catches on live bunker. My friend was in from Israel. Avee sailed with us three days topping off his catch on Thursday with a twentytwo pounder. The fishing seems to be best on the top of the incoming tide, at least for the moment, although that could change at any time.

Apparently the warmer water comes in on the flood tides. Considering the cold water, any little spike in temperature will help. The weekend was a bit different. Saturday morning a heavy fog shrouded the bay and severely hampered the fishing. Bunker schools seemed more abundant and the temperature began to rise so hopefully that will help the cause. My weekend trips weren't that productive but there's always tomorrow.

Well tomorrow was Monday, and the fishing exploded in the bay. George and his friends limited out on bass into the upper teens on live bunker.

Just when a fella thought it couldn't get much better I looked to the west and there riding up on his white horse, correct that, Seacraft, was my old pal the legend from Breezy Point, Dickey.

Well we drifted toward each other, exchanged pleasantries, talked about the good old days as one of my guests, Dr. Andrew, set the hook on a nice bass. Now back in the day that might have been the cause for some excitement, but Dickey like fine wine has mellowed with age.

He even turned me on to an all you can eat rib place, aside from the fact it was in Florida it seemed like a good deal. The guys like fresh fish 'the finest kind.'

It's a good time of year to be on the water, up toward Silver Hole a pod of dolphins has been feeding and in the morning hours put on a nice little show.

Across from the Inwood Gold Course, a few seals have set up home and can be seen sunbathing in the midday sun. Scanning the marshes shore birds awaken each dawn giving the locals a symphony of sorts.

Baymen are about working from their skiffs, the familiar navy blue hull of Captain Mike's head boat slicing through the water on his quest to "catch a few" it's business as usual for these perennial watermen, a world unto its own.

Well until the next tide … www.karenanncharters. com

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