Dec 13, 2011 10:42 AM
It’s funny how hard it is for some of us to “let go” at the end of the fishing season.
I’ve got a surf stick on the roof of my truck still, but Monday and Tuesday morning I only found the gumption to take a quick glance at the ocean on the way to work, even though there have been some small stripers caught near Georgica Pond cut and in Southampton Village.
Others are not so lucky. They’re yearning for one more bump, one more dip of the rod tip and a hook set. I’ve been there, I feel for them.
My good friend Bryan is so beside himself that the tuna season is over—even though he had one of the best seasons many tuna fishermen would ever hope for—that he... more
I’ve got a surf stick on the roof of my truck still, but Monday and Tuesday morning I only found the gumption to take a quick glance at the ocean on the way to work, even though there have been some small stripers caught near Georgica Pond cut and in Southampton Village.
Others are not so lucky. They’re yearning for one more bump, one more dip of the rod tip and a hook set. I’ve been there, I feel for them.
My good friend Bryan is so beside himself that the tuna season is over—even though he had one of the best seasons many tuna fishermen would ever hope for—that he... more
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