2014-04-11 / Sports

Rockaway Outdoors

By Capt. Vinnie Calabro

Isn’t it something? We get a break in the weather and like crocus, fishermen seemingly sprout up out of nowhere. Stick figures, rod in hand, dotting the shoreline in clusters as I made my way to and from the boat yard, this past weekend. That euphoria was short lived as Monday’s weather rewound the tape a little. A wet cold wind invaded the area. Oh boy. Well, at least Jeter had his debut.

Earlier in the week I changed latitude and was down south a bit, off Delaware Bay.

There the season was somewhat underway as the locals lined the beach, rods at right angles in sand spikes, with an occasional perch being cranked in and laughter muffling their voices. I got out of my truck and I tell you the rays felt good.

Shooting across to Cape May it’s pretty much the same scenario. Pickup trucks, men in hoodies and baseball caps, assorted dogs in their beds; labs being the Fido of choice, Chesapeake’s and maybe Goldens tied for second. Fish dogs, the kind with an attitude stared at me. If I’m not mistaken they were grinning. Seems like nothing along the shore ever changes. I kinda dig that.

And further south I spoke with Tony aka “the Hawk,” who readers of this column know as the blind guy who fishes with us.

Well, at least he’s been telling us he is blind for 15 years now. Anyway he was in Louisiana and did a number on the redfish and when he ventured offshore beat up on the tuna.

Finally, late breaking news in case you’re not in the life, April 15 starts the NYS striped bass season. How it will pan out is anyone’s guess. But in my experiences cold long winters often lead to a good spring run, that is if spring ever gets here.

Until the next tide……

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