October 2nd - Second day of opening blackfish season. I headed out to the Old Construction dock at Jones Inlet.

My blackfish skills sure are rusty. I had a few nibbles but no hook ups. Overall, I saw only one saw blackfish caught

by the throngs of fishermen working the rocks. To my surprise I saw plenty of other fish picked up. I saw legal size porgies,

small sea bass and fluke, and one kingfish nabbed by those tossing their lines beyond the rocks at the construction dock.

 

October 3rd. Tried for kingfish at Seaman's Neck Park in Seaford after the hot bite last week. Today, nothing. not

even a snapper. The fish must have moved to the inlet to start their winter migration.

October 16th - The wind was pushing me off the rocks at the Old Construction dock at Jones Inlet. There was a blow

of about 30 to 35 miles an hour. Worse, no blackfish. Moved over to Reynolds Channel next door to Paddy McGee's.

Surprise no blackfish there either, not even a short.

October 17th - Tried for blackfish again at the Old Construction dock at Jones Inlet. Same result, nothing, not even

a short blackfish. The winds however calmed down somewhat. Instead of 30 miles an hour winds, the

winds were about 20. No action from anyone else fishing the dock, even though they were trying for bass,

not blackfish.

October 23rd. - Fished for striped bass for the first time this season. First time because the best hot spot

bass fishing areas are closed. Meaning Tobay Beach and the Third Wantagh Bridge. Chose to fish

Field 6 at Jones Beach. More than a dozen line slingers were there working the surf. No one, however,

picked up anything. I picked up plenty of broken branches and seaweed. That was it.

October 30th - What the heck is going on with blackfishing? No one at the Jones Beach old construction dock

on a Sunday. Worse of all, no blackfish at the dock. My daydreaming during my catch nothing time led me

to the conclusion that too much sand has washed into the area. The sand is covering the rocks making

the construction dock now a poor feeding ground for blackfish.

October 31st - Once the tide turned from slack to flood, the bluefish bite heated up. I landed five bluefish in

two hours at the bottom of the incoming. The largest bluefish was nine pounds. It went for a mackerel

head. Caught the other four brutes on frozen mackerel chunks. On the other fishing rod, I tossed

out clams but nothing touched it. Every fish caught was on mackerel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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