Rockaway Outdoors/Tales From The Wheel House
On Saturday morning, a few brave souls and I made our way up Shellbank Creek aboard the Karen Ann into the open bay in hopes of doing some sight casting up on the marshes. As soon as dawn broke, the wind came on. We made the usual rounds but it was just unfishable. Add to that the surface water temperature was fifty degrees.
Sunday morning we did an instant replay and fished the tide. The ebbing tide upfront saw some life. Jumbo blues and stripers beneath the birds hit our lures and finally bent the rods. The remainder of the week as the winds backed down Monday, and Tuesday morning saw the ocean come to life. Bass and tackle-busting blues invaded the area and made their presence known.
The Rockaway inlet east to Jones Beach and even further saw schools of fish reminiscent of days gone by. But bass and blues weren't the only finfish chewing baits; blackfish delighted anglers as they gobbled green and calico crab offerings. The reef and local wrecks produced well after the weekend's blow.
Boat anglers weren't the only happy fishermen; surfcasters also got their licks in slinging plugs from the local beaches. So at last the fall has developed, Until the next tide …