Sitting here watching the snow come down it’s hard to believe that April 15, the opening of striped bass season, is just around the corner.
Over the past few weeks, cabin fever has been somewhat relieved by the ongoing winter parade of boat shows, outdoors expos and the like, but now as daylight lingers a little longer and crocus peek through the snow I’m jonesin’ to wet a line.
Baitfish prematurely moved into the bay ahead of schedule. I guess they didn’t get the weather update. That being said, I'm certain the temperature will spike after this baby nor’easter and fish will magically appear as they always do, and that’s a good thing. Jamaica Bay may have a few more scars from the winter tides but still it remains constant. It refuses to be silenced by a few storms, it will continue to tell stories and provide memories for generations to come. Listen and look out on a moontide and you'll hear the tales.
Another spring is upon us, a passage of time and tide. Artie “Smokey,” a fixture for decades among the fish community, won’t be fluking the bay this year. Sadly he passed. He’ll be remembered as father, grandad, fisherman and groundbreaker in the restaurant business: Artie’s South Shore fish market. I’ll remember him as a friend who had a heart like the ocean; turbulent, alive and in constant motion. I will miss him.
Until the next tide...