Rockaway Outdoors/Tales From The Wheelhouse
Some kinda weather for February, just about a year ago we were covered in snow. I guess the 50 degree temps stirred a few of my friends’ brains into spring run mode, because the phone began to ring.
“What’s up cap?” began the first call of the day. The second “Wadda you doin’ skip?” Hmm stimulating inquiries to say the least. I was at a loss for words. I was fairly busy between rubbing my dog’s belly and watching fishing shows on the tube so I’d say I had a full schedule. However I decided to move from the couch and take a spin around Jamaica Bay this past weekend. Passing the usual spots, checking the sonar just in case the bay was pretty much beat up from the winter tides. I paused took a sip of tea and watched the planes lined up on the tarmac.
Probably heading south, this brings to mind Tony down in Florida. Tony’s been fishing out of Biscayne Bay and had a few tarpon by Government cut, no behemoths but some respectable fish. I might go down and wet a line for a few days I’m kind of on the fence with that one.
As you can tell by this column the fishing locally isn’t up to my liking. Ling, codfish, some mackerel and for those permit holders blackfish are being caught. A harbor seal popped up his head and for a few minutes we both exchanged glances. He had a little smirk on his face, wondering what I was doing out. I cut off the engine and he remained there suspended in the water column. I drifted with the tide, started the engine and left him, it was his world for now…