Spoke with David Blinken of North Flats guiding this morning who talked of massive amounts of pre-peanut bunker all over Gardiners. On them were hordes and hordes of blues. David said they ranged from 14-inches to 14-pounds. Quite a difference… There are bass around, but they’ve been tough to find. When you do spot them in the flats they have been eating well David says.
From the South Side Captain Jim Hull from Light Tackle Challenge checks in with this report:
This is my personal favorite time of the fishing year. It is the time that a fisherman needs to employ all his or her skills to be successful. Lots of micro fall bait has arrived with some tunoids and tons of small blues and very big bass on larger bait and forage. Spanish macs are in my home waters and schoolie bass at the Gulls. The bass of a lifetime is obtainable now but timing, positioning and careful strategy is vital. Some sports have acheived personal bests this week. So far this year has had great weather and by far the best quality bass fishing in recorded history, get out there and git you some.
Jim
From the shore Reel-Timer John Papciak check in with this report:
I fished Montauk Thursday night. I had every intention to fly fish, but when I got to the beach the sounds of the breaking waves told me I would need a plan B. The waves were 2-4, but there were enough 5+ waves to make me leave the fly rod in the truck.
Instead, I took a 10 foot spinning rod matched with a VS 300 and 50 lb braid.
In my bag I packed mostly darters. To make a long story short, overall, I did pretty good. I had 6 fish. Most were low to mid teens or 30-34 inches, but one fish made the night worthwhile - a fish that I estimate went 36+ pounds (easily 45 inches +/-).
I had some guests from Zurich coming out to fish with me the rest of the weekend - guys that never really fished in the salt before. I was thinking how excited these guys would be to see a fish like this on ice, but then I thought better of it. Did I really need to kill this fish? I already kept the 44.6 lb fish back in May. So I simply let her go. My word would have to do.
Over to Friday night - my guests came out. After dinner we ended up at the Liars Saloon over on West Lake. After a few they ask me "when are you going to show us some of these great fish?" Now its 1am and there aint no way I'm taking them on the rocks. So I said "ok, you want to SEE some fish?" Ya ya. So off I take them to the lighted docks. We walk halfway out and I look over the side. Sure snough, there's a "log" in the water right under the shadow line. I say, "ok guys, come here, get down on your stomach, lean over the side and look under the dock." They did as instructed. It turns out, there was not one fish, but two, both nose into the current under the dock.
"You want to try to catch one?" I asked. Oh ya ya.
So I went back to my truck. I had no fishing rods mind you, but in my box I had a spool of 40# pink ande, some leadheads, and some rubber tails. We are going to have to fish the real old fashioned way - I make up a hand line.
I show them how to jiggle the rubber tail along the shadow line under the dock. Sure enough, as my guest works the lure, a fish (maybe 32 inches) comes out and grabs the rubber tail. Now he's hanging on for dear life, the fish is crashing and throwing water all over. Before I had a chance to instruct him otherwise, he tries to pull the fish up the side of the dock. But the fish falls back into the water with big splash. Now he's cursing in German and he's holding his fingers, bloody from the line running through his hand. Oh, I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. Well worth the price of admission.
So we go to some of the other lights and had multiple hook-ups but no fish landed. Near the end of our "fishing trip" I take a look at the lead-head. The hook is straightened! No wonder we couldnt hook any other fish! We called it a night anyway.
Rough surf and dirty water prevailed most of the weekend.
But on Sunday I took one of the guys fluke fishing on the kayak off shagwong pt. Not fly fishing but great stuff. He had a keeper fluke right away (the rest were just shy, but fun anyway). To top this off, we later wound up in the middle of a bluefish blitz. I see the blues dont mind the yak. We had no lures, but I instructed my guest to lower the bare fluke rig (a hook with bucktail) and I "trolled" the kayak back and forth through the blitz. I can conclude the trip was a success as my guest "lost count" of the number of blues we caught this way. We kept a few for the grill.
All in all, a great weekend. Never did fly fish, but had a great time fishing just the same. You have to play the cards you are dealt, and if it that means no fly fishing, so what, you can still have fun.
Checking in a bit farther west in the Shinnecock area is Salty Flyrodder Joel Filner… Check it out:
Skunked for the weekend. I must say I did not try too hard as the
tide was not right for the back bay and work again interfered with
the fishing time, however the 3 hours on Saturday morning were not
fruitful. Not a follow nor a hit nor a run. Fished the incoming and
it came in with a roar, slighlty higher than usual and I got off the
flat early in order to avoid flooding. Moved down the bay as the sky
started to light up and again no action. Went to the inlet to close
the day with no fishermen on the surf nor a lot on the wall of the
inlet. Reports however of bonito just outside the inlet and off
Montauk on the south side were reliable. Some stripers on the ocean
at Mecox and on Saturday late afternoon into the evening fish were
taken. Not by me. Another local fly fisher did slightly better than
I, and I left the beach still smiling for the beautiful morning.
Sunday was foggy and I was late so I went back to my exercises to
warm up for Cape Cod next week.
That’s all for this week… Hoping for Tuna this weekend… See ya on the water.