No… I’m not talking about the Bush administration… I’m talking about what happens when you unexpectedly encounter inshore tuna… The yelling and screaming, the lines whipping in every direction, the inevitable tangles, the broken rods, the cursing and eventually the laughter. Last weekend that’s exactly what happened when Bryan, Kyle and I decided to run east in search of bonito. After an extraordinary sunrise and an hour-and-a-half of searching. We found some big blues that were feeding on large schools of bunker in the Jones Beach area. After about an hour of that, Bryan noticed a tightly packed group of birds a couple-hundreds yards away. Even though we all agreed that it was probably cocktail blues, we thought it was worth checking out nonetheless. As is typical with this sort of thing the birds had dispersed before we got close enough to get a look. So, I killed the engine and waited. In the space of 5-minutes the water had begun to erupt around the boat as some sort of football-sized tuna began crashing bait. Expletives and lines went flying in the direction of agitated terns… I tossed out a small tin with a spinning rod and immediately hooked up with something that just tore line off
my reel in a way that no albie or bonito could have done… And then the sickening pop and dead line. After retying I managed to hook up again and immediately brought a tuna of around 15-pounds to the boat, which apparently didn’t realize it was hooked yet. We all got a good look, and it was definitely a bluefin. A successive two more lost fish before I settled down enough to change a leader that had been through a month of bluefish nicks. Bryan hooked another bluefin that looked a bit bigger and after and extended fight we broke it off at the boat.
Finally we managed to get our stuff together enough to get one on a fly. Of course we lost that one as well as he just spit the hook. After chasing around pods for hours, the bluefin turned into skipjack tuna. I managed to get a solid hook up after many unsuccessful tries and wouldn’t you know it, my reel falls off… What happened next was 15-minutes of uncontrollable laughter and trying to fight a 15-pound skippy on a rod with a second angler unsuccessfully attempting to put the reel back on the rod when the fish turned and swam back towards the boat. We eventually got that skipjack in the boat despite all the mishaps, managed to snap a few pictures, and get it back in the water…
There’s nothing quite like that sort of adrenalin rush… that pure excitement when you encounter something completely unexpected. It’s when grown men act like 7-year-olds. When you can scream at your buddy to get the hell out of the way and for it to be totally acceptable. It’s when you can hoot and holler and not have to worry about someone calling you a jackass… It’s when you can pin the throttle and race toward busting fish while your buddies hold on for dear life… It’s just about as good as it gets out there. I can’t think of too many things out there that are quite as fun.
We paid the price having to make the 10-plus mile run back to Breezy Point at 10-knots on a skiff with 25-knott head winds and 3-foot choppy head seas the whole way. Needless to say, we really took a beating. I further paid the price of being two hours late getting home for lunch with two of our friends from out of town. Of course I had the weather as an excuse but my wife’s no dummy. She knew exactly what happened and surprisingly understood.
So leading into the reports, yes, there were bluefin around in the Western Long Island area, although they’re not there anymore. The skipjack were around good for a few days also, but on Wednesday they skipped town with the bluefin and went to god knows where… In New Jersey, the mid-shore and offshore tuna and mahi bites have been awesome, but the weather has made getting out there difficult. In south Jersey the cooler water turned on the marsh flats somewhat. There has been sporadic fishing for skipjack and bonito all along the Jersey Coast. The New York Bight got a good run of skipjack tuna, but it turned off just as soon as it turned on. Not much to report inshore except for the occasional bluefish blitz with some weakfish to be found here and there. There have also been schoolies along the rips and structure. Western Long Island, as previously mentioned, had that brief but exciting run of bluefin and skippies but bonito are being reported now as well now. The North Shore also seems to be filling in with bonito and it should only get better from here on out. Out east, there have been school bluefin reported quite close to the point. They have been tough to catch but fly anglers have been scoring.
Lots of wind this weekend as not one but two tropical storm remnants work though our areas. But weather reports have been wrong before. So give it a shot…