If I’m fishing in all the wrong places, I’m not alone.
September 26, 2010
The only keeper bass I saw at TC was felled by a speargun.
It has been two weeks since I’ve had a fish on the line. The skunk is upon me but not for lack of effort. Men (and women) with sticks are everywhere in Montauk, just waiting for the fall run to hit the surf line. For now, the fish remain out of surfcasting reach, in the realm of the mosquito fleet of flyboats. There’s plenty of bait in the water, but the ocean temperature remains unseasonably warm. We need a season-signaling blow to sound the dinner bell for these fish. Where’s those nor’easters when we need one?
Sunset over Clark's Cove, Montauk
A major weekend tournament Saturday and Sunday morning, along with mild Indian Summer weather brought crowds of anglers and wannabes to every beach at or near the Point from Shagwong Beach to Caswell’s Cove. There were rumors of fish on the north side Friday night and in Turtles Saturday morning. I wasn’t alone picking up this buzz. I ran into a bona fide traffic jam of fishing buggies at TC on Saturday evening. And Sunday morning, fishermen at Turtles were as thick as the SROs at the Metropolitan Opera’s season opener of Das Rheingold.
Geezers and gadflys jamming traffic at Turtles
I kept the beaches honest with two round trips to all the usual suspect locations on Saturday. Billy Snee joined me for an early Sunday morning tour around Mecca. All we saw was a spearfishing diver walk off the Montauk jetty with a keeper bass and a gorilla bluefish. Otherwise, lots of lovely sunrises and sunsets. One certainty about this September skunk: It sure is pretty.
Turtle Cove Sunrise: Pretty but not a finny creature within range of the surfline.
Sorry the fish haven’t arrived yet, but your pictures are gorgeous!!!
You say the nicest things. Are you married?