Fishing

The timing was perfect. Last Thursday’s full moon, backed by a strong wind, finally brought in a great low tide. It had been at least nine months since I’d witnessed one of such magnitude. Its significance also prompted me to head over to one of my favorite sand flats to dig up some steamer clams.

They seem like national holidays these days. I’m not referring to National Fruitcake Toss Day or National Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day (yes, they do really exist); I’m talking about Black Friday and Cyber Monday. For better or worse, these two days are marked on many a household calendar, and just about every consumer has latched on to them with great enthusiasm.

Gov. Andrew M. Cuomo asked the U.S. Commerce Department on Friday for federal action to help New York's scallop fishery following the massive die-off in Peconic Bay scallops. 

I’m a tall guy. When I stand up straight, which sadly is not often due to some rather severe scoliosis of my spine, I normally would measure out at nearly 6 foot 6. Despite my poor posture, I’ve become well accustomed to the many benefits my tallness brings in everyday life and activities.

Last Thursday was a rather solemn day, but I knew it had to happen at some point. Like reading a popular best seller, the page had to be turned. And there was no going back. I removed my gear, tackle, and electronics from my boat. It was the final chapter and the book has been closed.

The weather windows for fishing are getting narrower by the week. The winds have been howling and the frequent bursts of cold air have dissuaded even the hardiest of anglers and captains from venturing on the high seas of late. No doubt about it, it has been a blustery fall season by any standard.

When it comes to fishing, I’ve always been a believer in beginner’s luck. But only up to a certain point.

The Atlantic States Marine Fisheries Commission has drafted possible regulations in response to a 2018 assessment that striped bass are overfished.

It was quiet. Almost too quiet. A recent late afternoon stroll through my local boatyard brought to me the realization that the boating and fishing season for many has come to an end. Watercraft that once gleamed in the summer sunshine with a fresh coat of wax, were now entombed in nondescript, heavy-gauge white plastic. They have been put to rest.

The season for harvesting scallops in state waters commences at sunrise on Nov. 4. If you are a bit curious, sunrise will commence at 6:23 a.m.

Gold is alluring to just about anyone and will always be categorized as a very precious metal, valued at its market price on the commodities trading floor. Gold is golden. It’s a given. 

When it comes to the weather, I sometimes think that the Nobel Laureate Bob Dylan summed it up just right: “You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.” It is famously featured in his song “Subterranean Homesick Blues.” While Dylan does not hold a degree in meteorology, it’s kind of hard to argue with the meaning of those simple lyrics he penned over 50 years ago.