Fishing

Though I've done little with rod and reel this season, I’m beginning to focus on the opening for blackfish on Oct. 11 in Long Island Sound and on Oct. 15 elsewhere in New York waters.

“The false albacore showed up big time,” Capt. Savio Mizzi of Fishooker Charters out of Montauk reported this week. “It’s a great start to the season.”

Meet a die-hard practitioner of an extreme form of fishing — wetsuiting.

As fall approaches, fishing, too, is beginning to change. False albacore should be showing up shortly in and around Montauk, and fluke are pushing out of the bays and have begun their migration to their winter home.

We are nearing the peak of hurricane season, which usually arrives in the middle of September, and any that come close to our area in the next few weeks will no doubt affect those who wet a line.

These days there are far fewer folks fishing from their boats or from shore in Sag Harbor than there were 30 years ago. This year I’ve probably seen around five boats fishing all season from my vantage point on Shelter Island Sound.

Before you know it, it’ll be the middle of October, when the season for blackfish begins. So I canceled my regular morning of tennis to take an early drive to Montauk to fish for fluke and sea bass aboard the Simple Life.

I'm ashamed to admit that I've done very little fishing this season. But I have a good reason.

Last week, Capt. Rich Jensen, who keeps a charter boat at Orient, did something different. He had an open date and took some friends and family out on the water to catch and release sharks.

On Sunday, I took four of my friends on the water with Capt. Rob Aaronson of the charter boat Oh Brother. It was my first time fishing out of Montauk this season, and it was good to be back home.

It’s a great tradition. The popular Montauk Grand Slam charity fishing tournament — now in its 25th year — will once again be held this weekend at Uihlein’s Marina on West Lake Drive.

I’ve received an unusual number of emails questioning my Russian heritage.

On the local fishing scene, things are heading into summer mode, but the fishing has been productive on many fronts.

The iconic movie that premiered in the summer of 1975 and scared swimmers away from the water will once again come to life when Capt. Pat Mundus, daughter of the famed shark hunter Capt. Frank Mundus, will speak at the Cutchogue Library on the 50th anniversary of the film.

It hadn’t been docked since late November after she conked out just southwest of Big Gull Island. Now my Rock Water is back in the water at her berth in Sag Harbor Cove.

It’s best to buy fish and shellfish that are locally captured and in season here. Consumers need to be smart if they truly desire freshness.

I relocated the cages of my juvenile oysters to my next-door neighbor’s dock here on the east side of North Haven, where the current runs swift. Oysters grow fast and plump in strong tidal flow.

It felt like getting whacked in the forehead by a two-by-four. The dramatic increase in the population over Memorial Day weekend was staggering.

Built nearly 25 years ago in Arichat, a small village on Isle Madame off Cape Breton Island in eastern Nova Scotia, the Rock Water is a stout craft and has served me well over the years. But my luck finally ran out last year, and it seemed everything was breaking down on a weekly basis. First was the demise of my fish finder, followed by my GPS/radar. Then the oil cooler went kaput. Next to die was the alternator.

The news I read from the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration a few weeks ago made me recall great times pertaining to the most iconic fish in the world.

While my boat is still shoreside, I want to remind motorboat owners that as per 2025 law they need to attend and pass a New York State safe-boating course.

Like the passing of Vincent (Butch) Maher, whom I wrote about last week, I was equally saddened to learn of the recent loss of Helen S. Rattray. She was a local legend in so many ways.

Despite keeping fishing notes in my logbook since 1975, I can’t precisely determine the exact date I first met Vincent (Butch) Maher, but I do know it happened at some point in May of 1986, according to my haphazard writings, when I climbed aboard the Lazybones.

Despite a few precious bay scallops being dredged from Lake Montauk, the season has been a total bust just about everywhere on the East End since it opened in early November.

There is one tradition of Thanksgiving that I miss even a decade later. My good friend Wayne Clinch of Montauk used to organize consecutive fishing charters on the Friday and Saturday after Turkey Day.

For a vast majority of anglers, the fishing season has come to an end, as persistent cold winds out of the north have taken a firm hold. But the bass fishing has been great off the ocean beaches and the blackfish action has been excellent.

The Star's fishing columnist has taken his boat out of the water for the season, but on the fishing scene, the action remains solid, especially for striped bass and blackfish.

I can most certainly relate to the phrase “old habits are hard to break,” especially as it pertains to bay scallops. No matter how much I read year after year about the dire predictions for the five-month scallop season, which opened at daybreak on Monday morning in state waters, I still make plans to be on my Rock Water with six iron dredges in tow on opening day.

I was recently joined on board by Al Daniels, he of the family that has resided here on the East End for 13 generations. Daniels has known all things fishing for nearly eight decades. My wife, Terie, was also ready to catch her dinner. After a ride of more than an hour to the north side of Gull Island, the outgoing tide was still running strong when we arrived. When the blackfish homed in on our baits, they were hungry. Very hungry. The bite was on.

A trip in search of bay scallops with Harrison Tobi, an aquaculture specialist with the Cornell Cooperative Extension marine center in Southold, to examine the productivity, survivability, and density of the population both in the wild, and also those raised in plastic cages that were spawned at the center.