July 14 – Tuesday
My grandson Hunter wanted to try out his new saltwater rod and reel so we headed out around 8. There was no wind and the tide seemed to be moving too slowly to interest the fluke in the channel. As we were plodding along, a raft of bunker came up and then another. If only there was something chasing them.
The next splash we heard got us to put the fluke rigs down and pull out the tins. Hunter was on the bow and I nosed the boat, easy-like, into the pod. He flipped and reeled, popped and jigged. The school went down and with them any blues.
On the next rise of bunker I snagged one and we live lined him for a while. It made for interesting entertainment as he ran hither and yon, but no bites. After a while he freed himself and we headed out to the west side of the light house to continue our fluking.
The tide seemed to be ahead of itself. I calculated it would still be incoming and compliment the breeze that was picking up but it was already running out. Again, not good for the fluke. We headed to the east side of the Triangle and once again were in the throws of a mixed up wind and current. “Let’s try for some porgies” Hunter finally said.
A boat was sitting almost exactly on my porgy spot. I have it marked on the charts and it always produces. I have been going to it for 25 years or so. Yeah, its mine. As we pulled up close, in an almost empty sea, the couple on board must have thought we were ease dropping on their conversation. I moved off my spot a bit to be courteous and dropped the anchor. It didn’t work.
We moved to the other side of the spot and dropped again, added a little chum, and soon were into fish. Hunter has been on the water since he was born and is the man when it comes to fishing. He always catches, usually the first and often the biggest fish. This time was no different. 5 – 6 porgies in the boat, one a giant of about 2 pounds.
He was still interested in those blues we saw, so we headed north and dragged a diving lure behind us; circled the buoys and headed toward Lloyd Neck. We came upon some more bunker and worked the pods, ending up flipping a fly at the jetty.
He commented that we worked our way through just about every fishing technique we could in just a few hours. We both had a good time and the rains (and his mother) were coming, so we headed for the dock, blessed with the smell of fresh fish on our hands.
We will get those blues the next time.
Please take a kid fishing.
Please use the icons below to like, share and re-tweet. Thanks!