"Jetty Blitz"
June 14, 2000
Long story short...or is it short story long...I made plans and God laughed...but this time God laughed in my favor! Captain Mike did not get out due to this cold weather and easterly winds in the middle of June. I was wearing a sweater and a wind breaker and that was bearly enough this morning. Tony (his mate) has his own boat on the same dock and I said, "how about we do alittle fishing in your boat." Tony gave me that before coffee look and then said "OK."
So he and I and two other partners in crime jumped in and the four of us took off to the jetty outside Jamaica Bay. Let me tell you shot out there through some pretty snotty weather, then came the inlet where it was like a roller coaster ride. The waves were 6 feet and a pinch better and we were in a 17 footer...but as we made the turn around the jetty there were birds dancing in the grey skies and the water was boiling with fish.
A smile came across my face...this is sweet dessert to any fisherman's heart after the fishing I've seen over the last few days. The jigs were tied and the first cast flew into the boil as we rolled in this soup of a sea. I felt the bluefish smack and I was on. Tony was on and another...and then another. Nice blue to 6 lbs. We drifted past those hungry critters and came around again. Tony manuevered around the waves like a pro. We continued to cast under the birds and we were all on with lines bending to each corner and then the of fish flapping that only a fisherman could love.
Tony, the man, decided to get alittle closer to the jetty and he checked the fish finder only to see that the bottom had a little company. He turned to me and said, "Dave, looks like weakfish." I made a short cast and let that jig hit the bottom, gave it a few twitches and was on instantly. I turned and looked at Tony's rod doubled over. I had a nice 3 lb. weakfish on and flipped that fish right into the boat. Tony screamed for the net and I handed it to him as he pulled up a beautiful 6 lb. weakfish. This mid-morning dream lasted a few more drifts, with a few more fish, then the tide calmed down and became still like a hush and a sigh. I turned to Tony and said "thank you, you made my day" and off we went back to the dock...a little cold and wet, but who cares when St. Peter kisses you on the forehead!
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Long story short...or is it short story long...I made plans and God laughed...but this time God laughed in my favor! Captain Mike did not get out due to this cold weather and easterly winds in the middle of June. I was wearing a sweater and a wind breaker and that was bearly enough this morning. Tony (his mate) has his own boat on the same dock and I said, "how about we do alittle fishing in your boat." Tony gave me that before coffee look and then said "OK."
So he and I and two other partners in crime jumped in and the four of us took off to the jetty outside Jamaica Bay. Let me tell you shot out there through some pretty snotty weather, then came the inlet where it was like a roller coaster ride. The waves were 6 feet and a pinch better and we were in a 17 footer...but as we made the turn around the jetty there were birds dancing in the grey skies and the water was boiling with fish.
A smile came across my face...this is sweet dessert to any fisherman's heart after the fishing I've seen over the last few days. The jigs were tied and the first cast flew into the boil as we rolled in this soup of a sea. I felt the bluefish smack and I was on. Tony was on and another...and then another. Nice blue to 6 lbs. We drifted past those hungry critters and came around again. Tony manuevered around the waves like a pro. We continued to cast under the birds and we were all on with lines bending to each corner and then the of fish flapping that only a fisherman could love.
Tony, the man, decided to get alittle closer to the jetty and he checked the fish finder only to see that the bottom had a little company. He turned to me and said, "Dave, looks like weakfish." I made a short cast and let that jig hit the bottom, gave it a few twitches and was on instantly. I turned and looked at Tony's rod doubled over. I had a nice 3 lb. weakfish on and flipped that fish right into the boat. Tony screamed for the net and I handed it to him as he pulled up a beautiful 6 lb. weakfish. This mid-morning dream lasted a few more drifts, with a few more fish, then the tide calmed down and became still like a hush and a sigh. I turned to Tony and said "thank you, you made my day" and off we went back to the dock...a little cold and wet, but who cares when St. Peter kisses you on the forehead!