Rockaway Outdoors/Tales From The Wheelhouse
A few years back I was fortunate enough to become friends with Tony Ntellas of The Wounded Warrior Project; briefly, it is a very good cause that reaches out to veterans in so very many ways, if you get a chance while surfing the net check out their website.
This season as we have done in the past Karen Ann Charters will have the honor and privilege of hosting soldiers on our boats. Each month we have dedicated a day to take soldiers out for a little R&R, and maybe catch a few fish. It was good times in the past for all and I look forward to it this season. Any sportsman out there who would like to contribute is welcome to contact me. In the past MOS from Rockaway have been gracious enough to help, I wish to thank them.
Codfishing out east had its highs and lows the past week. Plenty of fish but like the weather the bight changed daily. The bulk of the fish landed are keepers with some days larger fish culled out among the mix.
Still the fishery remains fairly consistent and limit catches are the norm not the exception. Captain Ed Parker checked in on his way back from Montauk on Monday; his summary of the day plenty of fish, with more throwbacks to keepers the ratio. Still it was a good day with fresh fillets for the table.
Jamaica Bay has some stirrings; fragments of life as scattered schools of bait herring and bunker are filtering in. I took a spin around the bay on Sunday and the water still had that cold grayish almost letting go of winter look. The remainder of the week was spent down in the boatyard, where the perennial chores linked to a boat owner mark another season. Chatter and noise from boat owners cut through the chilly air.
St. Patty’s day was the traditional opening of flounder fishing in Jamaica Bay, way back in the early seventies, did I say seventies an armada of boats could be seen from Woodhull Creek up to Canarsie around the bend toward the Plum Beach flats, sadly that was then and this is now.
Flounder pounders will have to put it on hold until April first. Well the clock’s ticking and bassin’s just around the corner. Until the next tide ...