Outdoors

On the East End, we hear a lot about invasive species in the plant world, but the house sparrow was one of the original invasive species. House sparrows are bullies. They fight over dirt baths. They are nonmigratory, colonize habitat, and then profusely breed. When native migratory birds return to nest in the spring, these pugnacious birds force them away. 

The season for blackfish opened Friday for those who fish in Long Island Sound. Like calamari? Then head to Montauk. The night bite has been pretty consistent of late.

Looking at my log book, I’ve only fished three times on her this year. That’s pretty pathetic. I made about a dozen runs to check on the lobster traps, but I can’t recall fishing so little in my life. 

I’ve probably seen “Jaws” a hundred times, including when it made its debut on the big screen at the East Hampton Cinema on June 20, 1975. I know the entire script word for word.

As we have now formally settled into fall, the changes on the fishing scene have commenced, as have the changes in weather.

There's been plenty of whale action visible from the beaches, and it's been a stellar week for inshore and offshore fishing, with fluke, striped bass, porgy galore, and tuna farther out.

I had a nice chuckle watching an episode of “Gilligan’s Island” in which Gilligan, in his inevitable white bucket hat, hauled in a lobster trap from the overly warm, tropical lagoon (a stage studio out in Los Angeles).

This was a weird summer. We witnessed it all, from epic rainfall to sustained heat waves to jungle-like humidity. On the fishing scene, anglers are looking forward to the change of seasons.

I was surprised to see in my logbook that my lobster catch was better than expected this year, although lobsters in our local waters have been on a downswing for decades.

A trip to the North Fork to pick up 1,000 oyster spat from the Cornell Cooperative Extension Marine Center means it was time to replenish my North Haven stock.

At daybreak, I went to check my lobster traps off to the east, but before we ventured forth, I wanted to do a bit of fishing on the east side of Gardiner's Island. Fluke and sea bass were the intended quarry. My expectations were very low. Let me explain.

After finishing dinner on our outdoor patio overlooking Shelter Island Sound the other day, we noticed a canoe with a man, woman, and child in it moving rapidly on the strong incoming full-moon tide. It was getting dark and they were too far from the beach.