I’m pretty fresh off a plane coming off from 5-days in Nicaragua… The flight home was joyous… Imagine sitting at the runway for 3-hours in Managua (perhaps the hottest place in Central America in July) with no air-conditioning, screaming babies, and a big Caribbean man honking out the loudest snoring noise I’ve ever had the displeasure of hearing… Then came the uncomfortable bumpy flight… Tack on another 2 hours of sitting in another hot plane in Miami another bumpy flight and then 3-more hours at JFK airport waiting for a port to open up. All because of a few thunder showers in New York… All in all, a 6-hour trip ended up taking 14-hours and with the most hellatious head cold I’ve ever had. I am perhaps the only human being that could contract such an illness in a climate that rarely gets below 90-degrees. Good surfing bad fishing, … Ice-cold beer, don’t drink water…. Good spicy food, bad indigestion… Men carrying guns, European women in Brazilian bikini bottoms… Beautiful ocean front land, a day late and a dollar short, way out of range. That about sums up the whole trip.
A mostly open and wild coast, Southwest Nicaragua doesn’t have the inshore fishing that Costa Rica does. Deeper water is farther out and it’s a bit of a hike just to get a crack at the dorado, let alone sails. The coast is beautiful though, although a lot of it is being clear-cut, subdivided, developed and sold in the great land grab I came down to possibly take part in. Nicaragua like Costa Rica will soon head the way of resort destinations like Hawaii and the Bahamas. Roads will be paved, seawalls will be built, large shiny hotels with neon signs will pollute the beach front, and the rugged, lush and fertile lay of the land will be changed permanently. Some might look at it as a big shame, but it’s merely progress… The sound of decades of poverty being replaced by good jobs serving tourists. The way of evolution I guess. Can’t stop it… Can’t complain about it… Especially if you take part in it.
Back in New York I feel like I’m suffocating amidst the crowded heat and ringing cell phones. But this is the life I’ve chosen. For now anyway. By tomorrow I’ll be running away from the crowds at Breezy point, headed southeast in search of bonito and/or skippies, and during the time I spend on the water I’ll be free of the hold the city has got me in.
For now I’ll put my pipe-dreams of becoming an ex-pat on hold. On hold for a long time… After all, who has time to think about those things when the arrival of pelagics are right around the corner. In the meantime I’ll keep searching… Although I’m not exactly sure what for… But as we approach August, I think I’ll be searching for nothing but bonito and false albacore.
Now on to those reports:
Not much in the way of info coming in this week. A good sign that some areas are beginning to feel the affects of the summer doldrums. Nevertheless, the guys at Shore Catch reported continued good action for school bluefin on the mid-shore lumps and some skipjack showing up along the beaches this week. The New York Bight and Northern New Jersey seems to be dominated mostly by bluefish, but schoolies can be taken along the structure spots in the early morning and late afternoon hours. The same can be said of the North and South shores of Western Long Island. The Eastern end of Long Island seems to continue to fish well. The south side once again is producing some larger bass. In East Hampton, there is plenty of bait in the flats and the sight-fishing is reportedly holding up well. Because of the abundance of tiny peanut bunker, most believe that the fall will be an extraordinary one out east.