If you can’t say something nice, so the wisdom holds, far better to say nothing at all. Based on that advice, I ought to end this year-end Fishtales report right here. And if it wasn’t for relentless trips to the clamming grounds, our annual ingestion of marine protein might have fallen to an all time low.
Still, as disappointing as the season was–can someone please tell me what happened to the fall bluefish run and the Montauk bass blitzes of yore?–there was a handful of memorable moments. And despite it all, Big Brother Frank, sister Chaweensta, and I once again managed to amuse ourselves crafting yet another Fishmas card for your enjoyment. Cheers.
SPRING FEVER: In the merry merry month of May.
AUTUMN EQUINOX: First of only a handful of keepers as the fall season got underway.GIANTS IN THE SURF: Ranger Matt and Broadway LeeBob make these keepers look small.
THEY ONLY COME OUT AT NIGHT: Ranger Matt with an early season sundown keeper.
RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME: A fifteen minute Shagwong blitz produced this top-of-the-slot beauty in mid October.WONDER OF WAINSCOTT: Billy Black always seemed to find late season fish on the ocean beaches of East Hampton.
WHY IS THIS MAN LAUGHING? Always affable, rarely smiling, Verizon Charlie caught in a moment of blue heaven.
MR. NOVEMBER: Nothing like a striper in the surf to ease the pain of his Yankees’ WS loss.
BLUES BROTHER: Frank’s got their number, when he throws big lumber.
NIGHT TIME IS THE RIGHT TIME: Is it dark enough? Is it cold enough? If so, LeeBob will be there.
SIZE MATTERS: Broadway Baby Ryder continued to punch above his weight with this bruiser bluefish.
SYNCHRONICITY: If you look up family fun in the dictionary this is the picture you’ll see.
RED HILL GANG GETS SKUNKED: Bob’s shiny new waders couldn’t make up for the absence of “Santiago.” CHOWDER HEADS: Sweet Baby Rebecca, Darlin’ Daughter Diane and Farm Friend Jane went hunting for the proverbial Giant Clam. No contest winners here, but plenty for chewy chowder quahogs.CLAMS ARE US: Upstate friend, east end bounty. Patrick and I dug up a couple of spectacular meals.BAG MEN: No matter how he dresses, Big Brother Frank always rakes in a haul.THIS BLUE IS FOR YOU: Danny Skrenta made a point of nailing his prey on a summer day in the surf at Shagwong.WHY WE FISH: Is it any wonder why we keep coming back for more?
Frosty the Fisherman
Frosty the Fisherman was a jolly surfcaster
With a 10-foot rod and a bag of lures
And a blg black 4-Runner
Frosty the Fisherman is a beach mirage they say
He was made of sand, and he fished from land
Catching keeper bass all day.
There must have been some magic
In that white bucktail he found
For when he hurled it past the bar
The fish began to pound!
Ah Frosty the Fisherman knew the tide was high that day
So he said “Let’s cast, and we’ll have a blast
Now before I wash away.”
He led us to the waters blue
Near Montauk’s Oyster Pond
It only took a moment
’Til we heard him yell, “Fish On!”
Then Frosty the Fisherman quit as fast as he’d begun
He waved goodbye, sayin’ “Don’t you cry
I’ll be back for the next fall run.”
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