Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. — George Santayana
For the past three or four weeks my fishing companions and I have been ignoring the lessons of the past in an effort to make the current year the best ever. We started the season with a rush with lots of bluefish and striped bass coming over the gunwales in late May and early June, including a jumbo 29-pound bass I landed. Then things dropped off trip by trip, until fishing could only have been termed “spotty” by the second week of June, and “lousy” since then. (more…)
COURTESY PHOTO Our columnist’s friend Peter Pettibone landed this beautiful striped bass last week in Peconic Bay.
I am beginning to feel like I play baseball for the Mets. (more…)
Proof: Our columnist with the biggest striped bass he’s caught on his boat in a decade.
In last week’s column I was pretty vocal complaining about how capricious the spring weather had been and how it was slowly improving as we approached the end of May.
Even though we had been getting a few fish here and there I was hoping it would warm up a bit, but even more than that, I wanted the ever-present stiff winds to get tired of blowing. Then, the weather forecast for May 28 predicted wind speeds would drop to a mere 10 m.p.h. and temperatures would move up to the mid-60s. A good omen and I hoped the fish were paying attention, too.
A little nostalgia to set the stage: Some of you may remember the song that Dinah Washington made famous called, “What A Diff’rence a Day Makes.” (more…)
COURTESY PHOTO Our columnist’s daughter, Donna Winston, moments after landing a 27-inch striper in Coecles Harbor.
The way this whole fishing thing is supposed to work is when the water warms up from the frigid temperatures of winter all sorts of fish are supposed to show up and start to feed on whatever they eat as soon as they are comfortable doing so. (more…)
CAROL GALLIGAN PHOTO Garden lilies, a sign of spring, and for our columnist, a time to go flounder fishing.
March 17 was always a special day for me when I was a kid in Hempstead a long time ago. I couldn’t wait for the day to arrive every spring because it was the official kickoff of two important but very different celebrations. (more…)