Wednesday, November 6, 2024

11.06.24 Donald Trump 47th President elect


      Well, that was a long night. I didn't think we would have the results for a few days but around midnight it looked like enough of the electoral college numbers were coming in so I stood by and watched. What I saw on the television as I switched back between CNN, FOX, and MSNBC were "reporters" who looked like someone either took their candy away from them or they just won the lottery. Is that reporting? They are all biased. They were all rooting for one side. They have bastardized what journalism used to be, and true, journalism hasn't alway been perfect in its long existence. 

     Today, November 6th we woke up to beautiful skies. Adults went to school, kids went to work. Not since Grover Cleveland became the 22nd and 24th President of the United States have we seen someone have a term, lose the next, and then return. That was back in 1885-1889 and 1893-1897 respectfully. Elections are the voices of the people, and just like in 2008, 2012, 2016, 2020, and now 2024, the citizens of this country have spoken. 

     I'm not into politics, at least not the politics of today. But you know I'm not much of a fan of much of anything from say 1995 on. Those were the days before cell phones, computers, electric everything, and the internet. I would go back, what a stupid saying that is, in a minute. But while I predicted Trump's return to the White House I was surprised at how overwhelmingly he did it across the country. It wasn't close, regardless of the final tally of the electoral college. One thing that technology does do for the election night watcher is give that person to see how your state, country, town, and I think even street voted. Outside of the big cities and California, with 54 electoral votes, Trump dominated. 

     And while I say Trump it really is the American people. They have swung the pendulum from the far left liberal new Democratic Party to the right where I think people hope that we wind up somewhere in the middle, where I think most of us like to exist. Those extremists on both sides need to go away.

     What else stuck out at me, while most media outlets portray the Republican Party as a bunch of good old white boys, is the power of the hispanic and black vote which came out strong for Trump. It will be interesting to see how the numbers are broken down and regurgitated to us depending on what slanted media outlet you follow. 

     The Democrat's, in my opinion, saw early on that Trump was going to beat Biden. They made a fatal strategic move. They bypassed democracy and put someone else up quickly, one who they thought could save the election, and that backfired. Whatever early momentum she had fizzled over time and the voters saw things they didn't like and pulled the lever in the opposite direction. 


     I hope for unity in the country. For me the bright light of last night was that my favorite politician, going on eight years now, is Tulsi Gabbard, is still active and will be a presence in the Trump administration. I don't like her because of her Trump affiliation, but what I have seen and heard from her. Hopefully she can gain some momentum and a fan base from the work she will do in the next four years and then come out strong in the 2028 primary election. During the last two years she made the move from the Democratic to Independent to Republican party. It doesn't matter to me what a persons party is because I would, and have, voted on both sides of the aisle, and in the middle as well.

We're coming in on the close of 2024. Soon the striped bass will be on the beach, hopefully, and then Thanksgiving and Christmas will be here. Then it's New Years, an inauguration day, some snow, and then the spring run. You're closer to the grave than the cradle so get over yourself and live the best life you have left remaining. And embrace the people you meet and close the divide that we have caused, or allowed to exist in this great country. 

     
     
 

Tuesday, November 5, 2024

11.05.24 "They're eating the fish"...

     "Yes, they're eating the fish". On this Election Day this quote seems appropriate, a version of Trump's recent claim, as it relates to fishing. For me this picture will be one that says a lot about the state of the fishery in 2024 and the fall run. Now I'm not going to get involved in all the comments that blew up social media but it really does say a lot. 

     I'm not here to pick on head boats, but maybe a bit, but what this shows is that we are hammering down on those slot fish of 28-31" size. These fish are from one of the biggest party boat operations out in Long Island. These pics come from recent trips after the initial push of big fish hit the Fire Island area a few weeks back. Now those anglers, beach and boat, are getting solid shots at those 2015 and 2018 year class slot fish. While the only fishing mortality from the big fish we saw in the past three weeks was from recreational catch and release, this "new" body of smaller fish are the ones heading home for the table.

     The below fish was posted today from one of the beaches down the Jersey Shore. New Jersey also falls in the 28-31 inch slot and must have been just at the upper limit at 31 inches exactly. That's a pretty big looking 31 inch fish but pics can be misleading.


     It seems the sand ell bite has turned into a sand eel/adult bunker/peanut bunker bite mostly off the beaches in New Jersey. The thing about this time of year is just putting in the time and being in the right place at the right time. I was going to give it a shot tomorrow morning but I talked myself out of it with the wind going SSW. I just don't want to commit. 

    And today is the Presidential election. I had to work early this morning and after it was a mad dash down the Turnpike to fulfill my civic duty. I didn't know which way I was going to cast 


my vote until I stood inside the booth, took a breath, and made my choice. I hate that elections these days seem to come down to the lesser of two evils, or the better of two of not the best choices. We have to do better than this. And the division, well enough already. 

     I can honestly say I thought about not voting in the presidential row and just staying to the state and local options. But I knew that would just be cowardly. What do I think? I think in the end, 


in a few days, after all the "counts" come in Donald Trump will be our president once again. And, life will go on, hopefully somehow for the better. If Harris wins, then I hope the best for her and all of us. I would never be one to say "Not my President', no matter who wins. I will support the President and United States as a proud citizen. Not that I like everything we have done, currently do, or will do in the future, but we are the best country in the world. We just have to start believing that once again.  

Sunday, November 3, 2024

11.03.24 Thoughts on my friend Bobby...


     And you know what, he was my friend. I say that because I've always wondered where I stood with Bob. In fact, I think I've spent most of my adult life trying to figure out where I stand with most people. Over the years, and relative to this business of fly fishing and life, I've heard Lefty, Clouser, and Flip defend their friendships with the big guns and how there has been much lost in the translation of what is friend, mentor, and acquaintance. 

     According to the Oxford dictionary, "Friend- a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations". Well, we aren't blood, and not gay for each other, so we must be friends. I can say that now because I have spent many hours thinking of Bob since his accident over a month ago and now his passing 48 hours ago. 

       I first met Bob, along with the other movers, shakers, and legends in saltwater fly fishing when I used to fill in and help out at The Fly Hatch. Back then I was all juiced up about trout fishing coming off A River Runs Through It and was all about the Upper Delaware Rivers. I had met them all but didn't take real notice until the late 2000's when I developed a striped bass mental disorder. The above pic was taken outside of Betty and Nicks in October 2010. He was at the counter and was nice enough when I asked for a pic and that was it. Just a nice guy. Then I saw him at The International Fly Tying Symposium a month later and he recognized me but did a double take when he saw my The Average Angler hat. "Hey, I follow your blog everyday", and let's just say that was the start of something good and really special. 

     Bob was so much to so many people and any words I write here come from someone on the outside of his innermost circles. As I said earlier, I'm not blood, I didn't grow up with him in Trenton, didn't frequent The Shady Rest throughout my life, and never called Ocean County and all of it's haunts home. But what I have come to realize is how much I thought of him, especially when not in his presence, and how much contact I had with him about things big and small. Bob was a master at relationships. He knew how to plant the seeds and cultivate them, kind of like his rose garden. He not only nurtured the relationships between him and say the other person, but made the connections between good people he thought could benefit from knowing each other. And in this business, sometimes, that good old, "He's with me", is all it takes to get the true friendship balls rolling. 

     Bob would text me often, starting at times around 0630 and up to say 0830. They usually came in two ways, very complimentary or hot with some friendly ball busting, which I always volleyed back with the utmost respect and love. But then there were those texts or calls where he had to do what only Bob could do, once, and that was to guide you, or, set your straight. And when that happened I never 

defended my position because I knew the source, knew he knew better than me, and always was right. The above was a quick one text lesson when I was going down a rabbit hole that he didn't think I should, because he was protecting me from myself. But the texts I remember were mostly like, "Your daughters are beautiful", "Try this next time (either on the beach or at the vice)", and the best, "I am so proud of you".

Tom Lynch photo

     So when I think of Bob and how great of a man he was I have to ask myself why. What made him such a great man. Some men have great minds, or a big heart, or talents with their hands. Well Bob had all of that. He was the total package. Bob had the great mind, he had the big heart, and the things those hands have done, but on top of all of that he was loved by all of the people he touched. I've never met anyone who had a bad thing to say about him, and that says a lot about a man.

    Bob's mind. What can I say? When it comes to saltwater fly tying could there ever be another? I know how great he was because when I put into practice those things that make me a decent fly tier and fly fisherman he has guided me in all of those things. From casting, to tying, to watching, and even catching I take those things he has gifted to us all each and every time I fish. Even when I'm throwing a non-Popovic fly, like say a Snake Fly, his contributions on how to read, learn, and fish waters is always engrained in my mind and put into practice. His ability to formulate a plan to put the Atlantic Saltwater Flyrodder's into existence and maintain it, with the help of other like minded people, is a testament to his insight and inspiration. His knowledge of the restaurant business, which he gives all credit to Alexis, comes from being a student of his families restaurants going back to Trenton and then Bayville. His ability to figure out those stupid roses and nuture and grow them into what they have become is legendary in its own right. And the reason I say stupid roses is because our trips to Martha's Vineyard depended on how the roses were doing leading into my much anticipated week away with him. Too much spring rain or a drought meant he had to be there for extra Edward Scizzorhands roses love. 

     Bobs heart. Again, outside of his family first. I have come to learn of Bob and Bob's love of things over the years. It started way back to his days playing baseball in Trenton where he was, not only a tank of a young man, but a stud on the mound and at the plate. But not only did he love the game, he loved those he played the game with. I was there when Delaware Joe and Bob reminisced about those championship games in the Capital City and what they meant to the residents of the neighborhoods back in the day. Bob then gave his heart and body to service in the United States Marine Corp. Bob also brought Corp and Country into everything he did, from the name of his Fleyes, to the stickers on his car, to the flags that he flew, to the caps on his head. Bob was a true Marine and a true American. Bob also loved cats. I'm not a cat guy, but always acted interested when he introduced me to the ones at his home or at The Shady. "I get it Bob, nice cat". And the roses, not only do you have to know how to do the roses, but you have to love them, and he did. But in a Bob way, did he do it for himself? Or was it more for the joy and the experience of those who would drive down Route 9 or sit outside and see and smell them while dining. Bob was a devout Rangers fan and I've sat with him at Klee's second fiddle to the action that was on the television at the bar. When he loved something, or someone, he let you know about it. And if he didn't, he quietly let you know that as well. And The Shady Rest? Wow. Jersey Shore landmark. He and Alexis have owned it for 60 years. They've done it with the help of family, and well more family, because they considered those that worked there deserved of that inclusion. I may have popped in and out of there but there are people who have been going there for their entire lives, and have turned The Rest over to their kids, and now their kids kids. He never stopped thinking of others, from their mental to their physical health, and always asked with sincerity about how someone, or how someone in their family or knew, were doing. 

    Bob's hands. And to complete the package are Bob's hands. I, and those who know him as a fly tyer and fisherman, know his hands were the extension of his great mind. You can come up with all the ideas you want but you have to be able to put the idea into practice, and no one did it better than Bob. I felt bad over the last two years when I would hear Bob state that he hadn't been tying, or couldn't, because his hands were starting get tired. What those hands have done. From throwing balls, to loading riffles, to making those Trenton Tomato Pies, shucking the clams, to pruning the roses, releasing the fish, the tender embraces, and the million handshakes, yes, his hands were getting tired. What I remember about his hands was how he talked with them. I loved when he would talk casting with his hands. He would give you that little extra with the pointer finger on his right hand, and it would be his way of communicating his point or technique to you. I think those who had been around him would agree they felt safer when those hands were around. 


      And then there's the above picture. One of my favorite. I was down in Florida sitting on my Mother's lanai when I got the news of Bob's passing. I knew it was coming but it's always a little offsetting when it actually does. I talked about Bob. I talked about the above picture. I said to my Mom that if I had to piece together a photo collage of the high points of my life it would have to include that one. I don't know if there are many pictures where I look so happy, and good, in any one moment. I'm not talking kids or family stuff, but camaraderie between men type of happy. Bob made that possible. He was the one who okayed me joining the Martha's Vineyard gang on their annual trek up to the Vineyard. It had been going on for decades and as guys came and went others filled in. I was lucky to catch those trips as they tailed off. Guys got older, joints got tighter, backs a little sorer, and the waders, well, a little harder to get into. All of those men are good men, with Bob the soft-spoken leader.


     Bob has touched so many people around the entire world. He has influenced and inspired us all to be better, and do better. There will be those that come after him, maybe even tie a Beast "better" than him (No disrespect there), but there will never be someone who helped guide us to grow and be better to a sport, each other, and in the end ourselves, better than him. 

RIP my friend, Bob Popovics, dead to soon at age 75. 

     

Wednesday, October 30, 2024

10.30.24 This isn't really happening is it?....

     Well I'm officially a keyboard angler. Between home, work, and now heading south for a conference for a few days, I resort to fishing from the comforts of my home office. This fall I've managed a few outings but have yet to bring a bass to hand. So surfing the internet is what I'm left to do. But surely when I get back next week things should be going good and I'll be making more of an effort to go.

     But those few outings and things like the ASMFC give me fodder to keep the pages on this post full. I've been following the "savage" sand eel, and now bunker bite, that is occurring along the Jersey Shore. But has it really been a Jersey Shore bite?

     When I do get down or see the pics of anglers holding up their catch they are way off the beach. I can only stand and throw my 30 foot cast into nondescript structure hoping for that one rouge bass has made it's way into the shallow waters. But way out on the horizon I see the flotilla of boats of every size all clumped up criss crossing each other and fishing. The screen shots I have seen this early fall run shows the fish are in depths between 60-75 feet, way outside of my casting range from the beach. 

     The screens show the bass midway in the water column which is about 30 feet down. For the fly angler that means sinking lines dredging with a sand eel or bunker imitation. In the last few days those fish have moved closer to the beach and adult bunker seem to have made a showing. You can see all the pics of whale activity in closer which means large mammals on menhaden. And in the mix are bass. 

     I saw a bunch of posts from anglers who were first hand witness to what may have been going on before the fishes moved inside, and it concerned me. Here is an example from one, 


and here is another, 

     Anglers and boaters know about "the three mile line". That's the cutoff between state and federal waters. Beyond the 3 mile line out to 200 miles is the EEZ, or Economic Exclusion Zone. Those waters are closed to striped bass fishing, at least legally that is. Yes, anglers, and that's why seasonal closures won't work, can always say they are targeting bluefish, or bottom fish when the law comes up on their port side. New Jersey waters are measured out from the beach to three miles. And recently the bite seemed to have been, from say two miles, out past the line into the EEZ. But that doesn't stop those "fishing dirty" from taking advantage and fishing where the fish are. The striped bass are basically catch and release these days as the 28-31" slot fish aren't to be found, so, all you need is some bottom rigs on board so you can claim you're bottom fishing when the enforcers come to check. Guys will push the envelope to "get theirs" and just follow the "professionals" who are bending the law for their clients. These are the same folks who are posting on saving the bass and encourage change in the name of conservation. But in the meantime they'll do what they want to do to get theirs. 


      Now I'll say this. It's not an excuse, but it was my experience. In November 2000 Leif and I were out and enjoying a nice day on the water, and we weren't alone. We were in the mix of other boats and were on the fish pretty good. I wasn't the furthest boat out east but I was in between the head and six pack center consoles trying to stay on the bite.


     As we played catch and release I received a text from a fellow Captain and friend who said, "You know you're way out past the three mile line, right?". I took a look at the screen and realized where I was and quickly we took in our lines and headed back west. In doing so we passed a majority of the fleet who were say a click or too to far out. These are the boats that push the line, while others go out 10-15 miles and report acres of bass frolicking on top, way past the watchful eye of the Coast Guard. 


     When we did come in the fishing slowed because the fish weren't there. We scratched a few fish out but more importantly I learned a valuable lesson. I questioned myself, "If there wasn't a concern of getting boated and ticketed would I cross that line, knowingly, if all alone and the fish were blowing up in the EEZ?". I would like to say no, but learned that day how important it is to know where you are if you're going to fish out that far from the beach. 

     So now we move from the sand eel bite, and all things jigged and long and silver, like Ava's, to bunker like offerings like shads, plugs, and Beast Fleye's. The social media posts will go from guys holding bass with no land in sight to guys holding bass with the backgrounds blocked out. For those not following the rules and not use the blur app before they post, houses, condos, and telephone poles in the distance will give away their location. And with land out in the distance our eyes will continue to be drawn to haphazardly held fish that may survive or not. 



     It seems most boat anglers have learned the "Striped bass hug of 2024" where the fishes slime is worn off on the sleeves of the Champion sweatshirts, although the vertical gill plate shots will surely continue. In the past the pics were of fish on the deck or held incorrectly, now time out of the water will be due to the direction of the Captain or fellow anglers so they don't get skewered on social media from armchair anglers, well, like me now. 

     Social media has me rethinking my love of fishing for striped bass. I don't know if it's just I'm getting old and miserable, but there's just too much, and too much wrong with what I'm seeing. Besides all you see are the wins, meaning big fish pictures which portrays in my mind that it's non-stop fishing and catching. One fish picture from a boat, who caught three fish in four hours between three guys, and says it was "epic", just isn't what I think is the reality of what's going on. Yes, soon we'll see "landed over 150 fish", which I just don't get, but seeing all this just ruins what the sport means to me and lessens what I enjoy. But, I will be out there for a taste of it coming soon. 

     Some anglers on the beach are finding that ghost after putting in hard core time. Below is a deserved angler who I see on Stripers Online from time to time. "Eeels" as he's known on that forum caught a lovely 48 inch bass fishing alone. Nicely done. 


     And in other news the drought-like conditions exist which affects the freshwater river and creek fishermen more than the guys on the beach. It's been over a month since we've seen any water fall from the sky which is a new dry-spell record. And the dry weather has the leaves turning color quicker than normal and falling to the ground in big numbers.  


     So when I get back and have a day off I'll have to make the decision to either pull out the leaf blower or grab my fly rod and take a ride down to the beach. It'll be there where I'll either see anglers lined up and down the beach or boats near or far on the bass, but hopefully within the three mile line.

Sunday, October 27, 2024

10.27.24 Had to go for "savage" sand eel bite...

     Leif and I were talking about 3pm and it just got me all fired up to go. So after some discussion with the wife, well discussion may be a loose term, I headed east to get in on this "savage" sand eel bite as I have been reading about all over the place. 

     With hight tide around 4ish I knew we'd be there for the outgoing. A hard NW wind but outgoing tide from day into evening with fish around on sand eels could only mean one thing...nada. Luckily we 

were joined by three spin fishermen within a beach or two and they didn't do anything either. when we first got to the water there was great bird life out about a mile and half with a half a dozen boats in the area. That bird action fizzled out and never came in close. 

     We fished a bit but nothing got me excited to want to stay any longer then I was already there. No birds. No whales. No boats. About 10 guys including us with three of them in Adidas sneakers. After Leif and I hit the street I decided to take a quick drive a mile or so south. I had

the place to myself and for about the next 45 minutes it was cast after cast with nothing. The water where I was doesn't stay around long but with the NW wind the sweep brought whatever there was right in front of mer from left to right. I did think I was going to get one, or something. 

    I've had a bunch of charter request over the last week or so. In good conscience I can't sign them up. Yes, you can catch a fish from the beach. AVA's, Savage sand eels, plastics on a lead head.....flies, yes, if you get lucky, like real lucky. My buddy shared a screenshot of where the action really is. He had another banner day out there, way out there, in 70 feet of water. 


     I'd say the the real body of fish are out 2-3 miles. That's why when you look at the beach cams there's no boats around, the only ones not seaworthy or with an experienced crew to join the fray at the EEZ line. But, it felt good to go. Gotta put the time in. 





Saturday, October 26, 2024

10.26.24 What could 2025 striped bass regulations look like?


     I've been pretty consistent, and right sometimes, regarding my predictions of striped bass management and regulations. That goes back to the days in the early 2010's when I would stand up at the Asbury Park Fishing Club and suggest moving to catch and release only tournaments only during the January meetings "New Business" forum. Over the years I have thought of and shared my take on gear restrictions, seasonal closures, and even moving to a moratorium for the striped bass. When the ASFMC came out with the emergency action slot last year I was very vocal on why is was a bad idea. I used the example of a school. Say you didn't admit any students for two years in a row. In seven and eight years do you think there would be any students ready to walk across the stage for graduation? 

     Slots. Most fisheries are managed by slots. How can you expect good management if you said every fish must be 20 inches. Bluefin, fluke, redfish, and striped bass have fallen under slot limits, for both commercial and recreational fishermen. Right now there are a ton of different slots for striped bass. The species is currently under the 28-31" slot for recreational anglers. But of course New Jersey, who sucks as a state when it comes to striped bass management, think Fote and Nowalsky, has the CI (Conservation Equivalency) Bonus Tag Program in place since we abolished commercial fishing in the state in the early 1990's. And we did that scratching, clawing, and threatening legal action. 

     So we have 28-31", Bonus Tag 24-28", and then the commercials up and down the coast and in the Chesapeake Bay still with big fish slots. Yes, there are fish over 34 and 35 inches, like up to 60 inches, still being harvested and managed by statewide quotas, as set by the ASMFC. Remember last year when the option of transfers was introduced. Like North Carolina, which has about 500 striped bass left, would be able to transfer their quota to say, Maryland, Virginia, or Massachusetts.

So fish are being harvested, yet alone killed by catch and release and discards from 0 inches through the largest of fish which can be over 50 inches. Some for the table, others for the crabs. 

     During the 6-hour marathon annual ASMFC meeting last week the decision was to have a December meeting to get the ball rolling on 2025 regulations. Of course New Jersey was one of the states that was


opposed. You see the problem is this. That current slot decimated, and still is, the 2015 year class of fish. And now, with another year ahead and fish growing, the decent, but less than 2015, year class of are falling within that 28-31" slot. So what you are doing is trying to stick your finger to stop the leak but in the end the boat is going to sink anyway. It is not sustainable. 

     Right now, this minute, on a clear and calm to be 70 degree day anglers on boats are hammering down on that first push of big fish. Party boats stating, ".....over 200 fish caught but only one keeper". If you take fishing catch and release mortality at 10- 40" that means that every trip 20-80 of those fish die, either immediately, or soon thereafter. When they die they just don't always just go belly up and float. The acidosis has them, retreat to the bottom where they either regroup or turn sideways and croak. Now that's not to say that every head boat is catching 200 fish, but how many fish do you think will be caught in New Jersey state waters this weekend? Just look out on the horizon. Do you think all those diamond jigs or Savage lures are finding their way into the corner of the striped bass' mouths. Reeled in from 50-60 foot depths out at the 3-mile line? Or caught and reeled in in big current in or between the channels? Or the double treble plugs that are used if the bunker schools are encountered and the big fish find their way up top....

     So what could 2025 look like. Well, remember this is fisheries management, which comes down to money and politics. The commercial guys are complaining, and rightfully so, that they can't make a living anymore due to the regulations. They want what they are entitled to. But I say to them, 'Hey guys, times have changed and you have to change", which can include going into another business. Imagine if a film photographer stood in protest, or the newspaper print guy, or even after the diner owner, said they


wanted things like they used to be, "When the world and times were better". You can still be a film photographer, just good luck getting film and finding a place to develop it and people to buy film prints. What about a moratorium? Like NO recreational and commercial targeting/ Forget it, the ASMFC doesn't have the guts or the balls to do it. Seasonal closures? They are in place in some places like the bays and rivers which can very from months in a row or in groups of weeks across the year. What we haven't seen are seasonal closures in the ocean.....now that may be an interesting option, but then guys will be saying, 'We're fishing for bluefish". 

     That leaves us with adjusting the slot. The 28-31" slot isn't good, never was. It will not be in place for 2025, and if it is it will be adjusted. It has to. But if you are protecting one class then you are hurting another. We don't have anything remotely close to being healthy, even if the SSB is now, just by a thread, not being, well, overfishing is not occurring. If we reduce the slot size to protect the 2015 and 2018 year class, then we are hammering down on the vulnerable last six year classes which have had poor recruitment. But remember, Chesapeake commercial fishermen and New Jersey Bonus Tag holders are taking fish from 18 and 24 inches respectively. 

     So what does that leave us? Mmmm. It leaves us with the fish that are the only hope of keeping striped bass going. The big females. Now a female striped bass is fertile around seven years old, a 28-31 fish, that we have open season on now. The big cows deliver the most eggs when and if they reproduce for that year. If you have ever held a spawning bass greater than 20 pounds then you can tell the difference between a pre and post-spawn fish. But here is the take on that. If anglers are "playing" catch and release with them anyway, and we are excepting a C & R mortality, why not just let some people keep some of those big fish sometime? Remember, those big fish are still being harvested by the commercial fishermen right now, depending on the time of year and quota. If we are always gong to figure in F, mortality, then who cares if the fish is eaten by a family or a crab, a dead fish is a dead fish.

     And with all of that is my prediction for 2025. The ASMFC and the jokers on the various boards and the recreational and commercial fishermen will collective continue the shit show, aka, "kicking the can down the road". December's meeting will be a relative joke. It will be like when king Herod couldn't make a decision about Jesus' fate and sent him off to Pontius Pilate. In the end the Management Board will pull the trigger, in May, after the spring runs in the natal waters have already started or finished. 

    They will reduce the slot, AND, they will have some over sized fish season available. That will satiate the less than intelligent. But at the same time there will be more gear restrictions, barbless and single treble only. And they will slide in some kind of seasonal closures in new waters, such as the New York and or Rarity Bays. Remember these bays are really just an extension, or mile marker zero, of the Hudson River. If we've conceded that the Chesapeake is shot, then we'll have to protect the Hudson and Delaware River fish at all cost. But, the Chesapeake counts for 75% of the striped bass, so they, as a species, may be screwed either way.


     In 2025 get ready to see poorly filleted big bass in the marina dumpsters once again. Big racks on the muddy bottom getting eaten by crabs along the ramps and docks. Pictures of mates filleting big bass and anglers with big coolers wheeling them off the head boats. That will be for one part of the year. Other times you'll see smaller bass that produce a chicken strip or two in coolers that can be carried. It's going to be a good one. Grab some popcorn and see what happens. 

That's my prediction and I'm sticking to it. 

      

Friday, October 25, 2024

10.25.24 Oh yeah, they're here.....not

     I know just because I didn't find them doesn't mean they're not here. While the boat anglers basically crush the first push of big fish we wait for something to happen on the beach. No doubt there's a fish caught here and there for those putting their time in but this morning it was all quiet.

     Started before first light a few hours into the outgoing. North wind probably over 10 with a sweep from left to right. No signs of life near and far and the fall changes in the beach have just pulled sand out to a flat sloping beach that doesn't hold a lot of structure or bait or fish. With the fly rod I realized I was fishing in a foot of water and if I had any shot I'd have to get past that first bar. So I moved. 

     As I went north the north wind hit the beaches differently than only a few towns to the south. The swells were bigger and the mist of the crest of the waves sprayed to the south. While it looks calm in the 

pictures it was chugging pretty good. The wind is supposed to die off today and swing to the southwest which isn't normally good to get the bait and any bass around closer to the beach. When the boats started to show the bulk of them headed to the Shrewsbury Rocks or out to the 3-mile line. I always found good sand eel bites out in the deeper water and lower in the water column. I got a Facebook 

throwback when I opened it up and I remember this day. I was alone in the Jones and found that "Acre of Bass" we always dreamed of. I was alone in both the boat and on the water. Birds over bass for hours. I took along my binoculars this morning because it's that time of year. Driving around and looking a lot more then casting and retrieving. I didn't see anything except for a pilot whale patrolling the bar. 

     There was a few anglers out but most of the parking lots were empty. I thought by going north I would eventually find something that motivated me to put some time in but that didn't happen. We all 

know there's a few hot spots right now, on the boats between New Jersey and New York, and on the beaches and boats off of Eastern long Island. The million dollar Jersey question is where will the fish hit land if and when they do. Will Monmouth or Ocean County get the first shot? Last year we had the first

October 14, 2023

push of big fish the second week of October. We also had bunker, adult and peanut, while this year everyone is talking about sand eels. I've always thought the majority of the fall run has one predominate bait, peanuts or sand eels, almost like they alternate. 

     It's been over a month now since my bud Bob Popovic's was critically injured when he was struck by a motor vehicle. He continues to fight the fight with the love, support, and prayers from family and friends. 30 plus days is a long time and he has had good days and bad. During my retreat back home I


gave Jersey Shore Medical Center a drive-by and tipped my hat and said a prayer. What struck me about this drive-by photo were the arrows on the pavement. It can represent Bob's fight everyday towards recovery and health. Somedays he goes left, and somedays go right. Hopefully he just continues straight full steam ahead and can get back to his family, his restaurant, and the multitude of people who call him friend, mentor, and just a good all-around guy. Keep the prayers going his way.