Saturday, June 27, 2020

SUMMERTIME BLUES


1999

 

BLUES SETTLE IN FOR SUMMER!
by
Dick  Alley

           Blues arrived in Long Island Sound in late May. They alternately frustrate and thrill us on the surface for several weeks while spawning, but by July, they've either moved into the cool deep waters of the western Sound, or if there is an abundance of bunker, will follow them into the estuaries and harbor shallows to feed.
          Bluefish are a puzzle at best. While scientist's rush to implement fish management plans, no one really knows if the problem is a shortage of fish or a change in the cycle. As far as Long Island Sound is concerned, we know that fishing ranges from fair to good from one year to the next but doesn't begin to compare with the super seasons of the late sixties and early seventies. Those were summers when we measured the success of a good fishing day by aching muscles and fatigue, rather than by numbers of fish caught.
        When I became hooked on Long Island Sound fishing, back in the late fifties, we couldn't buy a bluefish on the Connecticut side of the Sound. Fishing was spelled striped bass, unless we were willing to drive to the east and the Race, the bluefish capital of the area. On a rare occasion, we would lose a favorite bass plug to a blue because we never used wire leaders. To catch even a three-or-four-pound blue on the Connecticut side would draw a table of listeners at the VFW. The ripping tides found in The Race always hosted blues.
My first bluefish trip was to Smithtown Bay on the Long Island side. Our tackle consisted of stiff jigging rods; 40-pound line, a conventional reel, and a Scotty Gray Rig consisting of several feathers strung above a diamond jig weighing 3 or 4 ounces. Fishing was no more difficult than dropping the jig to the bottom, lifting and lowering the rod tip a time or two, when one-two-three and sometimes a full rig of battling blues would be battled back to the boat.
In the late fifties, the blues suddenly showed up off the Connecticut shore in mid-summer. IIt was probably the dense schools of sand eels almost thick enough to walk on, that first drew the smaller 3 and 4-pounders. That was followed by the influx of menhaden (bunker) schools that suddenly brought in bluefish of a size we had never seen before.
I can remember driving the 30 miles to New Haven when I received a call that a pair of 10-pound bluefish had been weighed in at Dee's Bait & Tackle. They were the biggest blues ever seen in that area and they had come from the Race, and the photos I took were featured in area newspapers the following week and even made the cove of The Fisherman.
The explosion that occurred in the late sixties was phenomenal.
Suddenly, everyone was catching fish topping ten pounds. Some ran into the high teens. Tackle and methods changed, with everyone suddenly fishing live or chunked bunker baits on heavy-duty tackle.
Bluefishing today welcomes any and all fishing methods. Tackle can run from ultra-light to conventional, to fly-fishing and to wire-line trolling. And that brings us to mid-summer fishing alternatives.
       Wire-line trolling is one of the most effective methods of midsummer fishing in western Long Island Sound. When the hot days arrive, fish go deep. Sure, fishing the early-morning and late-evening tides can bring some surface action in the shallows, but for anglers who want to sleep late and head out mid-morning and return with a limit catch in mid-afternoon, wire-line trolling is the way to go.
         The method requires special equipment. Rods should be sturdy and designed for wire line trolling with special guides and a roller tip to bear the pressure of the wire. The reel should be a fast-retrieve, large capacity reel, capable of holding 100 yards of 50-pound test backing, plus 100 yards of solid steel or braided wire line. I prefer wire testing 40-pounds for the solid wire and 60-pound test for the braided wire. They have about the same density, and will under most conditions, take a lure to a depth of 30 feet when 95 yards of wire is behind the boat.
Fishing in the Race or at Montauk is different, and sometimes requires more wire and sometimes less. Most skippers rig 200 yards of wire and mark it with colored tape so they can pick and choose the desired depth to run their lures. In the shallower, quieter waters of the western Sound, fish seem to hang at that depth of approximately 30-feet, making it a simple matter to find the fish each time out.
I like to rig a monofilament leader, 10 to 15 feet in length between the end of the wire and the lure. It allows the lure to ride a few inches above the end of the wire, and provides more action than when the lure is close to the end of the wire.
         Choosing lures is relatively simple. BIG LURE, BIG FISH! It's fact, not rhetoric. If there are big fish about, large swimming plugs such as the Atom, Reverse Atom, the Danny, or Rapala Magnums, will undeniably bring that bigger fish out of the crowd. With creel limits on bluefish, it's the way to go. Face it, an umbrella rig sporting four or five hooks, will bring fish in four or five at a time. They'll be smaller and your fishing day will be shortened considerably. Eel imitations are equally good lures, and large lures employing a single hook can allow for more releases if you want to release your fish.
         Where to go? We've already mentioned the Race, which provides summer-long fishing and also hosts a large party and charter boat fleet on a daily basis. Further west, charter boats are fewer, and the action is spread out. Eaton's Neck and waters between it and Buoy 11B are favorite summertime trolling spots. The waters outside Port Jefferson Harbor hold good summertime bluefish populations. Mid-Sound waters can also host large schools of bluefish in the depths throughout the summer.
        Come September, blues become restless and are on the move, seeking bait schools all along the Connecticut and Long Island shores. Large schools of small baitfish lead to dynamite surface action, and if baitfish and blues are bigger, live and chunked bunker can bring many a trophy into boat and shore. JULY is the start of steady bluefish action, but it will last well into November. When nothing else works this summer, rig the wire and try some trolling.
dwa











Monday, June 15, 2020

NORTHERN PIKE at MANSFIELD HOLLOW


MANSFIELD HOLLOW NORTHERN'S
by Dick Alley

Upper end of lake to left of launch area. This section is shallow and weedy.

       It was way back in 1992 that the Ct State DEP introduced northern pike into Mansfield Hollow Lake, only a couple of miles from UCONN's main campus. The Connecticut River has always
provided some pike fishing, and Bantam Lake is the site of an
extremely successful pike program. Pike weighing as much as 29 pounds, measuring up to 45 inches in length have been captured there.In recent years, northern pike have been stocked in even more lakes including Winchester Lake, Bantam Lake, Pachaug Pond and the Connecticut River.


Fingerling pike like these are stocked every year
 Northern pike must measure at least 26 inches to be legal, and the limit is 2 fish per day. They compete with carp and catfish for biggest fresh water fish to be found in Connecticut waters.
     While some pike were caught in that first season,by the winter of 1994-1995 significant numbers of large pike were being taken at Mansfield Hollow.


     In the year 2000, we moved from Westport to Manchester CT. I sold my Boston Whaler and purchased instead an 11-foot baby bass boat, ideal for fishing the small lakes and ponds scattered across northern Connecticut. My good friend and fishing buddy Bob Byers had also moved from his home in Rhode Island to the nearby community of Stafford Springs, so we teamed up to explore new fishing ares. Mansfield Hollow was one of the first on our list.
One of a few pike we caught that day. Swimming lures did the trick
     Mansfield Hollow reservoir contains more than 435 acres of fishable waters. A boat launch and large parking lot provides room for cars and trailers. It is a popular spot for canoes and kayaks as well as motor bats. There is a posted speed limit of 6 mph and no water skiing allowed.
     Fish species highlight northern pike (especially in winter) along with bass, pickerel, perch, panfish, crappie and bullheads. The lake is fed by the Natchaug, Fenton and Mount Hope Rivers. All are stocked with trout. It is primarily a shallow lake and weeds become a problem for fishermen in mid-summer. This is also perfect cover for big northern's.
Through the tunnel to the even bigger lake, deeper water and fewer weeds
      Bob and I decided to troll large swimming lures on our first trip to the Hollow. Large Rebel, Rapala and Yozuri minnow imitations were among first picks. Five minutes out of the launch area just past the small island, I had my first hit, a pickerel measuring 18 inches. We skirted the outside edges, making a complete circle around the lake. At various spots, we saw action and a couple were respectable pike, approaching 5 to 7 pounds. These are hard-fighting fish, have very sharp teeth and should be handled with care. While the flavor is OK, they are very bony and for me at least a fun fish to be returned to the water.
      The nice part about a lake like Mansfield Hollow is the large variety of fish. Tired of trolling? Try casting big plugs or even smaller ones and you might catch a nice bass or a big holdover trout relocated from one of the rivers. On one trip, I watched a fisherman wading the shoreline, casting small poppers to spawning bluegills with a light fly rod. Every cast brought a hit. I doubt he cared one bit about the northern pike roaming the lake, at least not on that day.
       Mansfield Hollow is located a few miles from UCONN, but water skiing is prohibited. It has a nice launch ramp and large parking area for boats and trailers. It is primarily a fishing lake but is also enjoyed by kayakers, canoeists and other small boat enthusiasts.
       Anglers who prefer fresh water fishing or those who simply want to give it a try will do well to include Mansfield Hollow on their to-do list.

                  dwa
















 

Sunday, June 14, 2020

Fishing From Shore - Almost A Memory


FISHING FROM SHORE - ALMOST A MEMORY
by 
Dick Alley

    Twenty years is a long time. On my return to my home town after two decades, I expected to find many changes but was still surprised to find most of my favorite fishing spots from shore, no more than a memory.


     The first shock came when I was denied entrance to Old Mill Beach, even with a beach emblem. I didn't quite believe the sign which said admittance was for Old Mill residents and guests. I stopped to talk to the security guard and she confirmed it.
I was always under the impression that Old Mill Beach was for town residents and that our beach emblem allowed us to park in the lot adjacent to that beach.
Prior to moving out of town, I spent forty years fishing from the walkway to Compo Cove for snappers and from the stone wall into the raceway for bigger fish. I remember the day Bob Skinner caught a 35 pound striper there while on his lunch break when he worked at Gristede's.   

   
 
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Old Mill is also one of Westport's better fishing spots. Whether fishing from the bridges over the tidal gates controlling the water  flow in and out of Sherwood Mill Pond, in the tidal race itself or wading the surf onto the tidal flats of Compo Cove, these areas were always  open to anglers for snapper fishing, crabbing, or surf fishing for bass and blues throughout the season. Apparently, private homeowners and guests now have priority, not only for their own use, but for any leftover empty spaces that were formerly allowed for beach-goers and fishermen. 
Old Mill is a favorite spot for fly-fishermen.


    Burying Hill Beach was another surprise. NO FISHING IN THE CREEK OR FROM THE FRONT BEACH, signs are posted all along the entrance road. Burying Hill at New Creek just happens to be one of the best spots for catching snappers, anywhere from New York City to New Haven.  The late fishing legend, William "Doc" Skerlick caught enough snappers there every season to produce an annual "fish fry" for a different conservation organization every season. Our own Westport PAL 
teamed up with the Westport Striped Bass Club every year in the old days to host a special fishing day for area special kids and the ideal spot was Burying Hill. 
    Fall fishing beginning in late August and early September can be truly spectacular from the front beach. Years back, there was one Bluefish Friday, when migrating schools of fall bluefish showed up at dawn and fed along the beaches and up into the creek and were still there at sundown. Anglers were in and out all day long, stocking their  freezers with fresh fish for the winter.
Burgers for the PAL kids fishing derby held at Burying Hill in years past,


    And then there is the old parking spot at the corner of New Creek Road and Beachside Ave. It only had room for two or three cars, but was ideal to shorten the long walk up to 
Bedford's Point. Dedicated bass fishermen took that walk often,  never violating the signs posted much closer along Beachside Avenue itself. The gate closest to the Bedford estate was used regularly. We were always under the impression that it was a right-of-way. At any rate it was always used and with no complaints. Bedford's Point was and likely still is, the best big bass spot in Westport and ranked among the top 10 opportunities to catch large stripers from shore along the Connecticut coastline.

Bedford's Point as viewed from Burying Hill Beach. Plays host to trophy stripers for those willing to 
take the walk.

Today, a No Trespassing sign decorates the gate and it is overgrown with brush from lack of use.The parking spot is also now posted No Parking. 

    Twenty years also makes a big difference in the life of a senior citizen. I don't fish much any more. I'm 84 and my sense of balance has deteriorated. A cane helps and when I do fish, I look for places like the Old Mill and Burying Hill, where I can easily cast my lures without danger of falling. Maybe the fish will blitz Compo Beach if the sand eels show up. For the younger guys, Compo Cannons, the jetty, and wading out to Schlait's are all worth a try.

    Westport has grown. Much of the public access has been lost in the process. We can't blame the homeowners for cherishing their own property, but we can blame the politicians for not preserving the rights of the public and for failing to preserve public access. I'm kind of happy that I won't be around to see what  it will be 20 years from now.

                                       dwa