Outdoors

    By all accounts the blue-claw crab population is bursting at Georgica Pond’s scenic seams. According to one crabber, chicken-neck bait is hardly necessary. A slow walk in the shallows with an occasional stop will bring blue crabs to your feet. Best not to linger too long. Or, have a scoop net handy.

    It’s the time of year for bamboo poles, buckets, and spearing bait. Snapper bluefish are swarming around local docks in profusion.

    Anglers may dismiss them, but we owe a lot to bluefish. They are the species that, in these parts anyway, hook sportfishermen when they and their quarry are the age of Huck and Tom, even younger. It’s a good time to teach kids about conservation. Only 10 snappers can be taken if they measure less than 12 inches. 

    The waters are warming up and so are fishing and the fish. Is it the return of the menhaden in large numbers that has something to do with it? Is it global warming? Is it a lot of things?

We are under the spell of a full moon. The tides will run very high. The horseshoe crabs will come into the shallows and breed for the last time. The eggs deposited in the intertidal sands in May will hatch out and a new generation of these prehistoric creatures will have been spawned in one of nature’s greatest and oldest cycles.

    The northern puffer, blowfish, or bayman’s bottlefish, perhaps our most fascinating local marine fish, is making a comeback after a hiatus of almost two decades. It is one of some 121 different puffer species found throughout the world’s oceans, and one that kids wading and swimming in Long Island waters learn about at a very early age.

It’s the fish and fishing season. Long Island has a lot of different kinds of fishes and a lot of different kinds of fishermen and fisherwomen. If we count the tropicals that are more and more common in the south bays with each passing year, we have more than 200 different species of fish to pick from.

    Where did they come from and how did they get here?

    With the first shark tournament of the season coming up this weekend, held from the Star Island Yacht Club in Montauk, a tale told by a visiting surfer and all-around waterman gets to the heart of the gut-level feelings stirred by the natural, and unnatural, hunting instincts of the big ocean predators. 

    “Sava began to whine,” Billy Hamilton said of his 10-year-old yellow Lab. The dog was in her familiar spot, standing near the nose of Hamilton’s surfboard waiting for the next set of waves.

On Friday afternoon I witnessed something for the first time in my 75 years. I was standing with a companion on...

When it comes to fishing, this is the time of year when anglers put their ears to the railroad tracks — metaphorically speaking, of course — when ears become radar, eyes become sonar, noses become bloodhounds, when rumors grow like...

The late, great Capt. Frank Mundus, Montauk’s Monster Man, said that during his many years of ferrying charter clients offshore to come to grips with their various demons by way of tangling with big sharks...

It seems that there are more seals around this year than ever before. Just the other day Peter Van Scoyoc saw three basking on the shore of Hicks Island. There’s been at least one seal in Three Mile Harbor all winter...

With more than 95 percent of the deciduous leaves fallen, including those of understory and shrub-layer deciduous species, it is a very good time to familiarize yourself with the native evergreens, of which there are several.

Cold-water plunges to raise money for food pantries

The Montauk Monster is missing. The putrescent carcass of the creature whose image has captivated millions around the globe and spawned nearly as many identities was taken from two Montaukers. They said they planned to supply the beast’s bones to an artist who had already found a buyer for signed monster art.

Ever since Jenna Hewitt, Rachel Goldberg, and Courtney Fruin found the thing in front of the Surfside restaurant, the electronic clones of the creature have invaded computers — by way of Ms. Hewitt’s snapshot — until the Internet itself is threatened.