Tuna
08-25-2002, 12:36 PM
Met up with coworker Vidur Chandy Saturday morning. I had warned him that the albies weren't in yet and that we were in the cusp between the dog days and the fall run and we might get skunked. But he has to go back to India (his primary office location) before the end of the month, so he just wanted to get out on the water.
We headed to the south shore and it looked like we might be in for a skunkin'. Rich (BIGE) stopped by and let us know he had taken two (which we assumed to mean bass) and I proudly announced our sole catch - a porgy. Drove around for a while looking for some surface action but nada.
So we turned around and headed for Gardiners. Found schools of small blues soon, and Vidur and I each took a few before I pulled us from the fish to go the Gulls.
We got there in early outgoing tide, and there were popups of blues here and there, and maybe bass. Vidur was on spinning and had some trouble hooking up, so I decided to switch him to a popper. Showed him how I thought he should do it (hooking up a slightly larger blue in the process). Vidur really liked getting blues this way and for an hour or so he did well, including a stubborn 5 pounder which kept taking advantage of the fast tide running through.
Then the blues got fussy. About 3:30 or so, I started seeing bass mixed in and started getting serious in my efforts.
Got a nice one that Vidur was sure was a keeper. (Another coworker, Rich, is sick of hearing that I release fish and had told me Friday that Vidur was under orders to throw me back if I didn't let him keep a keeper). But, as I suspected, a mere 27 inches and back it went.
Although it seemed at this point that there were more bass than blues, I lost a few more flies on blues before getting the keeper of the day, a nice fish just over 28. I understand if Rich shows Vidur proper respect he may be eating half of it tonight.
Vidur was having trouble getting the bass to hit anything on spinning. I showed him the small bunker the fish were spitting up, but it was still a bit frustrating to him. We left around 4:30 so I could get back for a dinner with my brother, who had been in a sail boat race on the island earlier.
The trip back from the Gulls was beautiful. Instead of the predicted rain, the winds had died and the water was glassy and reflecting the mix of shadows and light of a cloudy late afternoon.
Driving through Montauk Lake, the surface of the glass was constantly dimpled by the hoardes of bait around. (Come on now albies, we got some food for you!).
Not the greatest fishing day, but always nice to end strong after a slow morning.
Hope to get Vidur out again when he returns from India in late Sept, as albies are what he likes best.
We headed to the south shore and it looked like we might be in for a skunkin'. Rich (BIGE) stopped by and let us know he had taken two (which we assumed to mean bass) and I proudly announced our sole catch - a porgy. Drove around for a while looking for some surface action but nada.
So we turned around and headed for Gardiners. Found schools of small blues soon, and Vidur and I each took a few before I pulled us from the fish to go the Gulls.
We got there in early outgoing tide, and there were popups of blues here and there, and maybe bass. Vidur was on spinning and had some trouble hooking up, so I decided to switch him to a popper. Showed him how I thought he should do it (hooking up a slightly larger blue in the process). Vidur really liked getting blues this way and for an hour or so he did well, including a stubborn 5 pounder which kept taking advantage of the fast tide running through.
Then the blues got fussy. About 3:30 or so, I started seeing bass mixed in and started getting serious in my efforts.
Got a nice one that Vidur was sure was a keeper. (Another coworker, Rich, is sick of hearing that I release fish and had told me Friday that Vidur was under orders to throw me back if I didn't let him keep a keeper). But, as I suspected, a mere 27 inches and back it went.
Although it seemed at this point that there were more bass than blues, I lost a few more flies on blues before getting the keeper of the day, a nice fish just over 28. I understand if Rich shows Vidur proper respect he may be eating half of it tonight.
Vidur was having trouble getting the bass to hit anything on spinning. I showed him the small bunker the fish were spitting up, but it was still a bit frustrating to him. We left around 4:30 so I could get back for a dinner with my brother, who had been in a sail boat race on the island earlier.
The trip back from the Gulls was beautiful. Instead of the predicted rain, the winds had died and the water was glassy and reflecting the mix of shadows and light of a cloudy late afternoon.
Driving through Montauk Lake, the surface of the glass was constantly dimpled by the hoardes of bait around. (Come on now albies, we got some food for you!).
Not the greatest fishing day, but always nice to end strong after a slow morning.
Hope to get Vidur out again when he returns from India in late Sept, as albies are what he likes best.