"Orient
Point Atomic Blackfishing"
Prime Time
III
(516)769-3100
November 20, 2000
Okie-dokie
little partners... How do I say, being at the right spot at
the right time. St. Peter was sailing with us this day. There
was a window of weather that I had jumped all over on. I checked
up and down the Island for a good story before hand and Orient
Point was the best shot with the dropping water temps...the
blackfish had to wake up. Barry Deslisle, a long-time fishing
partner in crime, was with me.
We got down to the boat early. There was no wind
and a chill in the air. Not what the weatherman was whining
about, as they always do. Like the end of the world was
coming down from hell. It was just a cold front moving at
about 2 miles an hour. Get a life you weathermen! (Couldn't
make anchorman on CBS...oh no!)
Anyway,
a two and a half hour run somewhere between here and there...closer
not further.
Every
Captain has special blackfish wrecks. Some known, some unknown.
They work hard to find these spots and keep them for their
customers, so they can produce a day like this. Spots are
to be earned, not always given out on a silver platter.
So
we got to our destination, Mike double anchored up on the
wreck, positioning us right on top of the honey hole. A
fish here a fish there. I slid to the front and grabbed
my buddy. On my first drop down, the blackfish were all
over my bait like a possessed badger. A five pounder. Dropped
right back down...A six pounder...A seven pounder...and
a five pounder...one after another. It was sick! These fish
were on the feed.
Skip
Rankin won the pool on this incredible day!
I
personally limited out fast. I threw back a slew of fish
and to top it off, I bagged a few sea bass.
Barry
was hitting and missing one after another...until he got
their number. No one left the rail. All of the fishermen
were ecstatic. It just doesn't get any better than this.
Almost every single customer limited out...maybe two or
three had eight fish. Sorry dudes! Caught up, hung up, waited
too long and got dragged down to the blackfish dungeons.
Even when I got snagged, I would just wait a minute for
a blackfish to bite and drag it back out.
Green
crabs worked just fine. Hermit crabs, on this bite, would
have been a waste of money. I bent a hook straight on a
BIGGGGG fish. Great crowd, great fun...what a treat.
I am still stoked over this trip and hope that you guys
will get into the action. This will not last forever, trust
me. Get into the fire...run, don't walk.
Skip
the turkey and get a blackfish oven stuffer.
Happy
Thanksgiving to all!
ScreamingReel
Dave (& Robin)
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