Rockaway Outdoors/Tales From The Wheelhouse
Irene left the bay with a deluge of debris; floats some, marsh grasses, driftwood – nothing seemed to escape the wind. The waters have been settling, each tide removes more of the mess and eventually the bay will return to its old self.
The mirrors created by a flat calm at dawn reflect much. Silhouettes of herons dot the shoreline, here and there an osprey perched atop a random pole surveys the landscape. To the south the Rockaway shoreline appeals to me as I ride the tide toward the inlet. The familiar site the yacht club, the gas dock, Dayton Towers all recognizable, scan to the north and the façade of the city is evident. As picturesque as the city looks I still am haunted by the tragedy of 9- 11 and a day doesn’t go by that I don’t reflect on it. It is good that we don’t forget.
The aftermath of the hurricane for the moment has left the bay somewhat lifeless. Prior to the blow baitfish had been returning as water temperatures began to cool off. With the baitfish one could hope the big boys – bass and blues – would follow. Still some weakfish and fluke are being caught, the most popular area being around Floyd Bennett and the cut toward Canarsie. The Rockaway reef has been yielding some porgies and fluke. The bluefish boats are experiencing a little drought but as the waters get back to normal that too should rebound.