Big Bob banged a keeper bass in record time
November 6, 2010
White Water: Bob's keeper near the East Deck Motel
There’s good reason why Big Bob needs a Gulfstream 5. One week he’s in DC, the next in Sonoma or Tahoe. Miami here, Gettysburg there, ad infinitum. For business, or pleasure, whatever. The man just never stays still. Take a recent November Saturday morning. On the beach in East Hampton at daybreak, Bob phoned in a fish report at 730am saying the waves were outrageous and he’s headed to Ditch Plains to watch the surfers. Shortly after 8am, he joined a conga line of fishermen in front of the East Deck Motel. In minutes, Bob nailed the only keeper from a slow pick of small fish in very big water. Then, off with his waders, on to breakfast at John’s Pancake House, and then back to Clearwater marina to dry dock his boat for the season. Whew, I was so tired thinking of Bob’s day that I almost couldn’t fish. Almost.
Bucktailin' Billy: A casting exercise at Ditch Plains
Meanwhile, Bucktailin’ Billy S. and I put in our time at Ditch Plains, Hither Hills and elsewhere on that same big water morning tide. But there was virtually no beach to ride and we never got even a bump on our casts. We quit before lunch. Later, however, I followed up on a fish call from Capt. Harvey Bennett and went back to the ocean beach where I banged two schoolies, one of which I dropped, in another slow pick west of Indian Wells Beach. I ended the day with a casting exercise for naught near Napeague Lane. So what do to for dinner? Local whiting from Stuart’s Seafood poached in a garlicky clam broth served over linguine and shucked cherrystones. That took the sting out.