On Monday, Columbus Day, the kids and the dog and I took to the sands of Cotuit's Dead Neck to pick up trash and skip stones into the Sound. Of course I didn't bring a rod. Family strolls make fly rodding an unpopular act, so I stripped off my shirt one last time, knotted it around my waist, and soaked up as much of the sunshine as I could, knowing there are precious few sunny days left where I can work my tan.
There were a few boats off of the island, most down by the Wianno Cut, and as we rounded the point at Submarine Rock I started to see the usual pace quickening signs of action. Birds sitting on the water (the terns being gone, all that's left is the gulls which are unreliable fish finders), bait against the berm, dark clouds of little fishies dimpling the surface.
Then splashes. Ferocious slashes and bursts that porpoised in parallel streaks. Only albacore crash like that. Blues are more random. I noted the presence of fish to my wife, but she, as usual, was indifferent. I pointed them out to the kids. They too could care less, focused on finding the perfect skipping rock. So onwards I trudged, up at the high water mark, looking at the seaweed for snarls of monofilament. I'd grab a hold and yank, and by the end of the walk I had an Atom Popper, a Ranger, a beat-up Rebel and about three hundred feet of pink, green, grey and clear mono. Not bad, at least I came home with something related to fishing..
The week deteriorated weather-wise very quickly. I woke on Wednesday morning to near-hurricane winds blowing leaves sideways across the yard. The Tashmoo is still in the water -- bilge pump out of commission as usual -- so I said a little prayer for it and made a note to get out there to run the rain out of it before this weekend.
This morning, Friday, I got on the water to do some rowing for the first time in a week (I pulled a muscle sneezing a week ago Monday) to shake off the cobwebs before racing in the Head of the Charles on Sunday morning. The harbor was flat calm -- good fish spotting weather -- but in my circumnavigation of Oyster Harbors I saw nary a sign.
Too early to call this fishing season. But the end is nigh for the Cape Cod FishWire. Two more reports. One next week before I head to Islamorada for a five-day bonefish/permit expedition, then the final on October 31st. Fishing reports are few and far between these days. The guides are quiet. The forums are quiet save for the usual hardcores, so I'd like to end the season with a big retrospective on the season that was 2003. Please send me a recap of your fishing season and we can all vote on whether this was a winner, a loser, or just about average.
We're in the process of building a Reel-Time calendar for 2004 and depend on you for the content. Please send in your best photo. The one that you would want to stare at for an entire month. And no rods in the mouth! We trust that whatever fish picture (and we're not looking just for pictures of people holding fish!) was caught on a fly rod.
Till next week, keep those reports coming.