fmw
10-14-2002, 10:55 AM
The weekend was not a total washout for me as I went out with my dad on our 16 ft. skiff on Sunday afternoon for a few hours in Cold Spring Harbor. The winds were calm and the sky a bit foggy and misty, but later clearing a little. While not an outstanding outing, we caught a few fish which made the weekend feel as if it was not a total loss.
Some folks at the launching ramp spoke of thick cocktails in the back of the harbor the week before, but they were not there yesterday. Starting in mid-afternoon, we first worked the weedlines, docks etc. along the harbor's east and west sides hoping for bass. On our first stop, a dock on the east side of the harbor, towards the mouth, we saw signs of life: plentiful snappers chasing spearing. Prior experience has taught me that in this situation in these spots, bass may not be far behind. We began casting, me with a full sink line and my dad with a bucktail. Right away my dad had a nice little schoolie. A few minutes later I got one. Then a few minutes later another. Then things slowed down. We made stops at few other docks and rockpiles but no others showed the action or signs of life as the first stop.
In late afternoon, we began seeing some birds circling around as if a bluefish blitz was about to begin. It never developed. For about a half hour, scattered cocktails broke the surface, one at a time, spread over a wide area. Very difficult. The only boats we saw catching were those trolling umbrella rigs. Too much effort for 1-2 lb. blues.
We were about to head back to check out the back of the harbor one more time when, in the area just south of Cooper's Bluff, I spotted a ball of bunker that appeared to be bigger than peanut size, but smaller than full size bunker. While not frothing, the bait was circling in a tight ball that made it seem like predators may not be far behind. I took a cast or two with a peanut bunker fly. Nothing. My dad took a cast with his bucktail. Thwack!! Line began to peel and it was clear immediately he was into a good fish on his little fluke rod. Turned out to be a very nice chopper -- 30", 10 lbs. Considering he had 8-12 lb. line with no leader, I have no idea how it did not break off. By the time it was landed, the school of bait had sounded and the sun was going down. A nice end to an otherwise rainy weekend.
Some folks at the launching ramp spoke of thick cocktails in the back of the harbor the week before, but they were not there yesterday. Starting in mid-afternoon, we first worked the weedlines, docks etc. along the harbor's east and west sides hoping for bass. On our first stop, a dock on the east side of the harbor, towards the mouth, we saw signs of life: plentiful snappers chasing spearing. Prior experience has taught me that in this situation in these spots, bass may not be far behind. We began casting, me with a full sink line and my dad with a bucktail. Right away my dad had a nice little schoolie. A few minutes later I got one. Then a few minutes later another. Then things slowed down. We made stops at few other docks and rockpiles but no others showed the action or signs of life as the first stop.
In late afternoon, we began seeing some birds circling around as if a bluefish blitz was about to begin. It never developed. For about a half hour, scattered cocktails broke the surface, one at a time, spread over a wide area. Very difficult. The only boats we saw catching were those trolling umbrella rigs. Too much effort for 1-2 lb. blues.
We were about to head back to check out the back of the harbor one more time when, in the area just south of Cooper's Bluff, I spotted a ball of bunker that appeared to be bigger than peanut size, but smaller than full size bunker. While not frothing, the bait was circling in a tight ball that made it seem like predators may not be far behind. I took a cast or two with a peanut bunker fly. Nothing. My dad took a cast with his bucktail. Thwack!! Line began to peel and it was clear immediately he was into a good fish on his little fluke rod. Turned out to be a very nice chopper -- 30", 10 lbs. Considering he had 8-12 lb. line with no leader, I have no idea how it did not break off. By the time it was landed, the school of bait had sounded and the sun was going down. A nice end to an otherwise rainy weekend.