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Petrel
02-07-2005, 04:52 PM
The purpose of my post is to advise you on the passing of Peter Rothwell earlier this morning. Some of you knew Peter as simply Peter. Others might know Peter based upon his post name of Tuna.

Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Don and I began working with Peter about 5 years ago and I knew I would get the job because I saw a few pictures in his office with him holding stripers, albies, etc. Like Peter and his Dad, I too fished my entire life along the NJ shore with my Dad.

I had the pleasure 2 years ago to join Peter for some albie and striper fishing out on Montauk one October weekend. That trip confirmed my suspicions that Peter was truly addicted to fishing and his posts and communications were valid. Up until that trip, I only heard his various stories over lunch or on Mondays when I read his posts. I recall meeting Josh and some other notable names that day on the water to trade information on where the albies were and where they are. It only took me about an hour or two that morning to realize Peter’s ‘other life’ and those people that made his life special. I am sure many of you watch ESPN Outdoors and Jose Wahebe’s various fishing trips. Do you know how you get so tuned into that show that you escape from reality for 30 minutes and truly feel as though you are fishing with Jose? Well, I experienced the same every Monday when Peter would personally recap his weekend with me. I never had to take a fishing vacation because every workweek from September until late October would begin with a virtual Montauk fishing experience via Peter Rothwell. I was truly fortunate to have worked with such a nice guy.

For you guys reading this, he held you in his heart as part of his extended family. JoshR, AlbiemanMike, Bob, TedS, AndyF, and I am certain there are others…all of you entered Peter’s life and enjoyment of fishing! He’d speak to me about you and I would have to remind myself that these were not Peter’s children, but his fishing buddies. If you need further proof of Peter’s desire to fish until the end of life, then I must share this with you. Last April our company hired a new COO and Peter and I, along with others, were to report directly to this gentleman. As the weeks went along, our new COO would call us into his office one at a time and ask us the tell him “What’s in it for me?” That is, why do I come to work each day? A simple answer could not be communicated because one would have to be ‘politically correct’ and, after all, this was our new boss! I replied with the standard response that I am here to serve our customers, support revenue objectives, etc. Oh no, not Peter. Peter being the person he was replied, “Work is a place I come to between fishing weekends”. Who out there would have the gusto to look your boss in the eyes and say that?! But, that was Peter! Peter often compared his fishing habits to that of a drug addict in that he needed to work to earn money to feed his habit of fishing and maintaining his Boston Whaler, etc.

Unfortunately, in late October Peter began to feel ill. He was not himself and no longer had that ‘fight’ in his voice during company meetings. In early November I accompanied Peter to a local hospital here in Northern NJ for some unpleasant tests. This was the first of many test and various people Peter worked with assisted with his transportation needs. Peter underwent surgery right before Thanksgiving, was released a week later to head home. Peter probably spent 5 days at home before being readmitted and then spent all of December, January and early February at Mt. Sinai in NYC in their ICU. Sadly, I received news today that Peter died from cancer this morning. I started this paragraph with ‘unfortunately…’, but I will end it with ‘fortunately’. Fortunately, Peter used up all of his remaining vacation days in 2004 and used them well. He spent every last one of them chasing albies and fishing. He didn’t leave one day remaining. He used them all. No remainders! He fished to the end. I believe he reached triple digits this year in his catch and release of albies. Peter fished life to the end.

I have 5 years worth of work-related memories of Peter, 1 long Saturday in Montauk where we fished for 8 hours and 3 years worth of Peter’s infamous “Peter Rothwell’s Rock and Roll Fish” videos. I’m sure all of you have your memories of Peter as well. Please feel free to share them with one another and next fall when you are all out there chasing those albies, please look skyward and give a big hello to Peter. He’ll be watching over the east end of Montauk!

AndyF
02-08-2005, 10:26 AM
This is Peter's post of 9/19-21/02, the weekend his friend Don (aka Petrel) joined him for some great fishing:

9/19-21: Typical Picky Albies out East

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Thursday, Friday and Saturday were calm, sunny and without rain, which weather reports early last week did not predict. With sun, winds that never topped 15 knots and some nearly flat and calm mornings, conditions on the water were quite pleasant.

Whether predictably or by chance, the albies were quite picky, providing more typical albie frustrations than earlier in the month. Of the 3 days, I only got in double digits once, and landed only 6 albies Saturday.

Thursday morning I found albies early around Shag, but boy were they picky. I managed some before the crowds (tounrament time!) arrived, and some after the crowds, but mostly experienced refusals and fly sacrifices to the bluefish gods.

Went to the Point a few times, but only late did I find any albies (although they were easier to get to bite than elsewhere). Heard there was at least one bass blitz but missed it, although casting sinking line to shore between radar and Turtle Cove I pulled in 3 bass quick, including a keeper and at least 6 fish following each time I hooked up.

I also made a run to Gardiners, but found nothing but blues that day.

Friday morning started better for me, having switched to a smaller flashier (green and blue) epoxy fly. Got 5 quick albies at inner Shag before 10 am, but the crowds came in strong and managed only 4 more for the rest of the day. Never saw albies anywhere but Shag and near shore at Oyster Pond that day, despite several runs to the Point and the south side.

Saturday morning my friend from work Don Almgren joined me (arriving 5 minutes early, a big shock given the culture of the company we work at). We found the albies at Shag again in the morning, but they were even harder to get than the prior two days. I managed some, and Don got blues on spinning, but it was far from a good first look at East End fall fishing for Don. He was, however, quite pleased with what was offered and spent a good amount of his time waiting for me to hook up (he was like a fish magnet all day, so particularly in the morning when my shots were limited, he would wait, despite my urgings to catch more, while I tried to get the finicky albies.)

Don had joked before the start of the fishing that he would outfish me and boy did he (I can't even estimate the number of fish he landed) although I was unsuccessful trying to get him an albie. I did, however, teach him some of my best tricks, including leaving fish to try an unproductive spot (several trips to the Point showed nothing, and even working structure for bass didn't pay off the times we tried it) and swearing profusely when albies would erupt around the boat but my fly line would find some new way to get tangled and keep me from casting. He was a lot of fun to fish with, and had great balance and patience with my run and none antics. Other than Shag, only Oyster Pond had visible fish in our forays in the area.

Mid afternoon I dragged him to Gardiners. Told him I had 3 favorite spots to show him. Spot 1 (Tobacco Lot) - nothing. Spot 2 (Eastern Plains Point) - nothing. I figured I had given him my best leave fish for unproductive spots lesson when bingo, spot 3, Bostwicks, had albies in the rips and then as the afternoon wore on blues and albies near shore.

Although the albies were picky there too (I got only 2 despite MANY chances), the afternoon bite turned a so-so day into a darn good one. Particularly when the fish went to shore, Don got a feel for what East End fishing can be like. Some of the blues feeds near shore were eye candy, and seeing albies race through the water in 6 to 10 feet was a treat for him. Also, protected from the wind and with the feeds getting better as the afternoon wore on, there was no need for run and none as long drifts through fish were possible.

Don had told his wife he would probably be back around home in NJ 7 pm that night, but my quest for a seventh albie put a bit of a dent in this plan. From 5 to 5:30 pm, I had uncountable unsuccessful shots at albies (and Don had uncountable bluefish hookups). Figured I had to stop or his wife may never let him visit again.

All told, a very pleasant 3 days, and a reminder that generally albie fishing will drive you crazy, but even that was fun and the upside is I don't ache too much today. Don might, having caught uncountable bluefish all day.