Memorial Day
May 27-29, 2000
Okay, did anyone make plans by the Weather Channel this glorious weekend? If you did, you got sucker punched and K.O'd in the first round. Where was the rain, the howling winds they told us about religiously for a week? I repeat - do NOT go by the 7 day forecast when planning a fishing trip. Make the plans, repeat after me, "make the plans". Anything can happen to change the weather. All it takes is one high front, we'll call "Johnny Bag 'O Doughnuts", that could punch out a low, we'll call "Mikey Four Fingers". And then there is you, yeh, you sitting in your house Saturday looking at a blue bird day watching the grass grow "Oh, how sad." Even your own dog pees on your shoes. He barks, "should have gone fishing" as your wife hands you a paint brush and points to the garage. Get the point?!
As for the fishing report...I took out my new yellow Tonka truck to Robert Moses on the beach and drove to my spot. What a pleasure, sure beats walking 2 miles in the sand with a ton of gear. Did the sandworm routine and caught 3 nice stripers in three casts...then the tide turned. I had the truck loaded with big Mike, my son, his friend, Matthew, and my wife. They all jumped back in the truck and we bounced to the inlet, where to my amazement, I saw a hundred boats in the narrow inlet going for fluke.
The poor party boat captains must have been having a nervous breakdown trying to drift between this maze of holiday warriors. All in the spirit of a new summer. I, on the other hand, put on a silver bullet with a teaser and nailed a mess off fluke from the shore with my surfcaster. I gave the rod to my wife and said "Now, honey this is pretty tricky," as she slammed two keepers and four throwbacks in 10 minutes. I walked away. The weather was cool and sunny and the Knicks won! Who could ask for more.
On Capt. Bob's boat - Mattituck
On Monday I got together with my good friend Barry and my brother Joe. The boat was as crowded as I thought it would be and any serious fishing was out the door...it's a holiday. We caught some nice fish to 3 lbs. and my Joe dropped a barn door. I kicked him right in the knee as all brothers do.
There was a family fishing on the other side of the boat doing a nice job on the fish. Guess who won the big pool? Their ten year old daughter. Single hook, single weight about five pounds. There was a northeast wind that did not help the drift this day, but I got to hang with my friend and my brother and have a few laughs. That's why they call it fishing. Some days the dog bites you, some days you bit the dog. All in all, a great opening weekend !
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Okay, did anyone make plans by the Weather Channel this glorious weekend? If you did, you got sucker punched and K.O'd in the first round. Where was the rain, the howling winds they told us about religiously for a week? I repeat - do NOT go by the 7 day forecast when planning a fishing trip. Make the plans, repeat after me, "make the plans". Anything can happen to change the weather. All it takes is one high front, we'll call "Johnny Bag 'O Doughnuts", that could punch out a low, we'll call "Mikey Four Fingers". And then there is you, yeh, you sitting in your house Saturday looking at a blue bird day watching the grass grow "Oh, how sad." Even your own dog pees on your shoes. He barks, "should have gone fishing" as your wife hands you a paint brush and points to the garage. Get the point?!
As for the fishing report...I took out my new yellow Tonka truck to Robert Moses on the beach and drove to my spot. What a pleasure, sure beats walking 2 miles in the sand with a ton of gear. Did the sandworm routine and caught 3 nice stripers in three casts...then the tide turned. I had the truck loaded with big Mike, my son, his friend, Matthew, and my wife. They all jumped back in the truck and we bounced to the inlet, where to my amazement, I saw a hundred boats in the narrow inlet going for fluke.
The poor party boat captains must have been having a nervous breakdown trying to drift between this maze of holiday warriors. All in the spirit of a new summer. I, on the other hand, put on a silver bullet with a teaser and nailed a mess off fluke from the shore with my surfcaster. I gave the rod to my wife and said "Now, honey this is pretty tricky," as she slammed two keepers and four throwbacks in 10 minutes. I walked away. The weather was cool and sunny and the Knicks won! Who could ask for more.