Rockaway Outdoors/Tales From TheWheelhouse
With 2011 on the backburner I have a tradition in which I welcome the New Year; I’ll share it with you for whatever it’s worth. The tradition began back in 1973 while still in school. My friend and surf fishing buddy Frank Trupia and I would ride down to the beach and await dawn on “the jetty.” It wasn’t just any jetty, but Beach 36 Street.
There depending on tide, sea conditions and weather we would perch ourselves either atop the boardwalk or the rock pile itself looking east towards Silver Point and await the break of dawn. More often than not it would be calm, flat water easing up on the shore erasing the footprints of sandpipers as well as the memories of the previous year.
There, we would reminisce about epic fish battles of the past and relive them. Now those memories like the fog aren’t so clear, still tidbits remain and pop up in one’s mind when days aren’t going all that well. We held true to the tradition for better than a decade and then our ritual was doomed by geography as Frank moved. Still I persevered and kept the thing going. Since then Frank’s replacement became a dog.
This day I didn’t need much regarding clothing, so I left the hoody on my front seat while Bo and I left the truck. It was early and dawn wasn’t too anxious to arrive, the beach seemed a little alien or maybe I’m just getting old. Anyways, the salt air a bit damp felt good, and as we awaited some color on the horizon we stood in silence.
The usual sea shore ornaments of clam shells, driftwood and an abandoned lobster pot marker decorated the tide line, and without any formal introduction dawn seeped through. 2012 had arrived officially in my world, hopefully it’ll bring with it some great memories I’m sure many of us can use a few. Until the next tide…