July 11 -
13, 2000
Yes Mon...it's "cool running" in Montauk...as Bob Marley would
say. Leave the rat race at home and go do some smooth sailing in the blue
crystal waters off the Montauk Lighthouse. Yes Mon, it's time to do some
Reggae fishing. Mid summer is here...shorts and t-shirts and cool drinks
are pouring and those reels be a screaming. "Oh what a rat race",
time to join the fishing race. The fluke are jumping into the boat Mon...just
whistle dude. Those fluke have been getting fat smoking those sand eels!
Those stripers are chasin' those crazy bald heads in the riffs and the fishermon
are limiting out in no time. So make your own rules, walk out of work and
head out to Montauk...and don't be smoking no bunker on the road!
Look, fishing
has been super in Montauk, so stop complaining about the drive to get into
the hot action. The Viking did a great job...we all had a blast and the
weather doesn't get any better. Add some tight lines & some screaming
reels and there were smiles on everyone young and old pulling in fish.
And as you can see everyone else on the dock did great as well...with the
Lazybones, Marlin V and Flying Cloud bringing in some nice fluke.
The Shearwater proved my point, just check the catch (above). Capt. Steve
Chimblo crushed the fish out in the Canyon with some nice yellowfin, chicken
of the sea albacore and a nice mako to boot...and of course, some very happy
fishermen. It's what Montauk is all about.
As for the surfcasting, Montauk has some of the best structure...striper
heaven! Her history is what books have been written about and what surf
rats dream about in the fall. A Northeastern can turn her cost to gold with
cows churning the waters to foam. Poppers and tins are cast out and put
to the test. Nothing better than seeing a surfcasting rod bend like a pretzel
and watching a guy running down the beach on a mission from God. Getting
to some of those favorite spots has it's challenges. And when fishing some
spots, like the north side of the Lighthouse you can get tunnel vision and
not see that six foot wave that is about to slam you into a world of hurt.
It's all part of the game and the desire to get that fish you've spent years
hunting down.
Just a taste...a sip of the good old brew of old Montauk.