Where there’s smoke there’s fire…

August 14 – Friday – Eatons Neck Triangle…

Where there’s smoke there’s fire, right?  Well, where there’s bait there should be predators…but not this year.

I met Jeff and Scott at the dock for a day of fishing for porgies since the reports of blues and bass were few and far between.  I invested in a chum basket and a log of clam chum to try to bring the big ones in, as this is what the fishing reports have been saying works. We also hoped for some black sea bass and maybe some blues. There was plenty of bait in the water: bunker schools, sand eels or spearing all over the place. But nothing underneath them.  No one was enjoying the available feast except a few terns who were picking at the smaller fish and the osprey who were working on the larger.

The tide was incoming so, as we motored out past Centerport, we tried the channel for fluke.  Properly rigged and positioned, the drift was under .6 mph – too slow. We gave the boat some boosts and made one pass with maybe a sea robin, then moved to the drop off by the Coast Guard.  Here again the drift was pathetic and we headed for the OB Buoy where porgies were to be in the 20 -30 foot depths.

I set up ½ the chum log and we rigged for porgies.  Scott had his own home made terminal tackle and Jeff and I used store bought’s.  Scott brought in the first fish (after a bunch of sea robins) and he was big. 12 inches anyway. Jeff and I struggled as Scott continued to produce.  We compared rigs and determined that his sinker being at the terminal point on the rig was the differentiator.  Jeff and I took the time to tie up similar rigs for ourselves.

We moved to the spot I like, east of the Lighthouse, and we continued to pull a few out.  Then to the area just west of the rise by 11B. A few more.  We also added some bunker chunks at this spot based on past success with blues and bass. Nothing but a crab.

The day was wearing on and nothing but porgies, which was fine with the boys, but I just was stymied by all the bait and no blues. The Klondike party boat pulled up and seemed to be hitting a few blues on chunks and diamonds, but only 1 or 2 per drop. We watched and then headed over toward Lloyd Neck.

Schools of bunker were everywhere.  Scott went to the bow and dropped some tins into the pods with no reaction while Jeff worked on snagging a few more for the bait supply. We searched the shore along Target Rock and ended up by the Lloyd Harbor jetty.  I stowed the other rods and brought out the fly rod.  The tide was slow and the wind was nil. The boat just sat off the rocks giving us plenty of time to work the bottom with the fly, chartreuse and white Clouser.  Jeff took the first drift and Scott the second, which was a long one.  He managed to land another porgy, on a fly!

Scott was high hook for the day but a good day was had by all. We headed for the dock. 6 heavy porgies in the cooler with a good number of smaller keepers released, too many sea robins to count and a few bunker for the next time when, just maybe, those blues will show themselves.

For more on fly fishing for blues check out Chapter 11 – “Blues on a fly?” in Letters to Mack -Book One, Correspondence on a Fishing Life.

A-good-size-Porgy

A good size Porgy

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