Friday, I got to the fishing piers of Jones Beach about 8:45. That’s about an hour later than I wanted to get there. No great loss. It wound up that nothing was biting there so the extra zzzzs were appreciated. It was a beautiful hot sunny day and the smell of the ocean salt was invigorating.
That and views that I saw were like this:
Pure relaxation was written all over those crests in the bay.After about an hour of just familiarizing myself with my new reel (yes I finally used my new Abu Garcia Ambassadeur 7000i after two months) and casting out something happens. I was doing some slow bottom dragging of my bucktail looking for fluke. I feel something take on my line.
Usually if you snag any structure under water, you can’t pull any more line in without getting all tight on the line and either breaking loose or cutting your line loose. That was not the case here. I was retrieving something heavy. There was no fight to whatever I had on the line, so I think to my self ‘what the hell is this you got’. Usually a live fish, no matter how small will give you a fight that you will feel on the rod. That was not the case here. I am retrieving dead weight. I am thinking ‘ what dead animal have you pulled up Louie’?
I reel in some more and what do I have?
A string of some awful looking mussels is what I pulled up. Mind you, I love eating mussels, but these were not very delectable looking to me. And I eat practically any shell fish. These mussels attached themselves to this old lost or discarded fishing rig in the water. It had lines and hooks and weights that the mussels were all attached to. It seemed like they grew around it. Like when a tree grows completely around a power line.
I looked over the mussels and thought that I may clean out the line and give them back to the bay. After a careful review of how they were on the line, and seeing a squadron of gulls and kingfishers surrounding the local area, I opted to leave the mussels out by the trash can on the pier. Let the birds have them if they felt they wanted them. I was in a rush to get at fishing seeing the aviary activity on the waters. I did not want to return the fishing debris to the waters, so I would let nature have her way with them. Placed them in an empty disposal can that I knew the birds would be at once all the humans came off the pier. I just made sure there were no hooks by yanking the two our of the mussels shells. This stuff was all rusted. This tangle was under for quite a while, it was not fresh.
So after the mussel incident I stayed at the lot 10 piers for about another hour to an hour and a half. No fish were to be had on any of the four piers with the exception of the fisherman to my left who pulled in a Sea Robbin with the longest set of sings I have ever seen on one of the beasts (well it really isn't a beast, it’s one ugly fish). I packed up my gear, and then went for a drive to Captree state park. I went to their café, caught a bagel, some water and diet 7up. I was real thirsty and did not want any caffeine at that point. I was perfectly at ease and did not want any stimulants other than the two cups I had prior to heading out in the morning. I strolled down the pier checking out the party boats and charters that were still in. I then went in to my car and headed back to Queens. All in all I was home by 1:30 in the afternoon. It was a peaceful relaxing Friday for me. Hope every one else had a relaxing one.
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