Bluefish Bonanza: An Experience for the Ages

No matter your passion, calling, or craft, periodically there are times when things just seem to fall into place beautifully and you step back, look at your work and say, "I nailed it." Such experiences serve a dual purpose: they keep us going during times of discouragement, like a light at the end of an indiscernibly long tunnel; and once they're achieved—they recharge our inspiration batteries to full capacity. Considering how much of fishing is a matter of circumstantial chance, you learn to accept the uncertainty of when such things may occur, but your faith as a dedicated angler remains steadfast.

An iconic example of such a time took place for me, back in the early 90's. On what seemed to be a typical weekday, I stepped off the bus on the way back from middle school in Byram, CT, which is literally a stone's throw from the border of Westchester County, NY. As I walked through the crowded parking lot on the way toward my family's apartment, a red midsize sedan came screeching expediently toward my location with its horn blaring. Before I could make sense of the situation, the driver slammed on the brakes directly next to me and hopped out of the car. To my surprise, it was my uncle Steven, from my dad's side, screaming for me to "get in the car!" Alarmed, I asked him to explain, due to my immediate cause for concern. He smiled (almost deviously) and said "Have you ever been fishing before?!?" Wearing a smirk, I responded "Of course, Unc. Many times with you; remember?" With a piercing glare of determination he proclaimed "No you haven't. At least not like you're gonna today. Now get in the damn car!"

Apprehensively, I tossed my book bag in the backseat and strapped myself tightly into the shotgun position of the car, as I knew his driving would only become more erratic. For the next five minutes, as he blew through red traffic lights and skidded around narrow corners, I imagined what awaited us, that could be such an intense driving force behind his unwavering sense of immediacy.

Soon, we sped into Grass Island Park, which is actually a peninsula, along the southern part of coastal Greenwich, CT. After speeding passed the guard gate with his ID held out the window (as if the guard could actually see it), Uncle Steve made a hard right and gunned it toward the far west corner of the park, just beyond the boat club. Like a Hollywood stunt driver, he slammed on the brakes and halted us diagonally, yet almost perfectly into an empty parking space. As the excessive G-forces quickly subsided, he pushed me out of the passenger seat and screamed, "Follow me!"

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After hopping a short guard rail and negotiating some thick green brush, we found ourselves standing on the small muddy shore of an isolated estuary. To our left was the shoreline, about thirty meters straight out were the boat docks, and to our right was a small channel that opened to the Long Island Sound. It was then that I realized why my uncle was so high strung; the saltwater in front of us looked as if it was literally boiling. This surreal sight was the result of notoriously aggressive bluefish engaged in a feeding frenzy on bunker (menhaden), their primary food source. The frenzy was so extreme that the bunker were literally beaching themselves at our feet, in order to escape the jaws of their exceedingly aggressive hunters. Throughout virtually every square inch of topwater within sight, there was beautiful chaos in motion.

We shared a set of two spinning setups; one with a plug (a lure that resembles a fish), and the other with a single hook. Of course, both setups were equipped with wire leaders, as the sharp toothed bluefish can easily bite through any standard fishing line with ease. The results were effin' RIDICULOUS! For what seemed like hours, without exaggeration, we landed countless amounts of ferociously fighting bluefish without pause. Periodically swapping setups back and fourth, we kept the process more interesting. When Uncle Steve had the plug setup, he was like a worker on an assembly line cranking in product after product. Simultaneously I’d reach down to the water’s edge, grab an available beached bunker, bait my hook, cast it out and BINGO: fish on! Two of the (many) captivating moments of the event were when Uncle Steve landed TWO blues on ONE plug at the same time; and when I hooked into a monster that had me sliding across the mud shore in my basketball sneakers.

Needless to say, the experience I’ve just described to you was and always will be quintessentially archival in the mind of a man who’s in love with fishing. The timing was excellent, not just in terms of the situation itself, but because I got to experience it as a wide eyed teenager, which added some experiential enormity to the event. To see and participate in such an extreme food chain—relations process was as humbling as it was exhilarating. Mind you, this was well before the days of popular cell phone ownership, so a BIG shoutout goes to Uncle Steve for choosing to temporarily leave such an extreme angling opportunity, in hopes that he could quickly find me and bring me along for the “ride.” As I’ve mentioned in earlier posts, the way a young person experiences fishing may significantly impact the manner in which it becomes a part of his or her life later on. For me, this one was a tattoo on my soul, from the moment it began.

Third-Party Perspective: An Interview About Fishing

Recently, I had the pleasure of meeting with an individual who centers his life and livelihood around fishing. To avid fisherman and occasional weekend warriors alike, he and his seaworthy vessel are well known throughout Westchester County, NY and Fairfield County, CT. Please read below for a summary of our conversation:

Please (briefly) introduce yourself.

My name is Captain Kevin Reynolds, of the Snow Goose 2, out of Port Chester, NY. I was born and raised on the Greenwich, Connecticut side of the Byram River, which separates NY and CT.

When did you first discover an enjoyment for fishing? What influenced/caused it?

I've always loved fishing, from the time my dad would take me out on Long Island Sound for flounder—and along the Byram River for sunfish.

What was your motivation for acquiring the Snow Goose II?

I bounced around doing various jobs, from cooking to carpentry. I always did well, but never really loved what I was doing. The last job I had before my fishing career began was Island Caretaker for the Greenwich YMCA. It was there that I met my wife-to-be, and realized we couldn’t raise a family on our current income. At that point, I decided to give fishing a shot. It started out quite well and has grown annually for 20 years now. Initially, we started with a 24' Carolina Skiff and progressed to our current 50' Gilliken: the Snow Goose 2.

What do you want people to experience from a trip aboard your fishing vessel? 

Western Long Island Sound is not necessarily a fishing mecca, so personality and service are key to maintaining a quality fishing business. My goal, for each trip, is to provide everyone aboard a safe, fun day on the water. Educating and helping others about fishing is also quite rewarding.

What concerns, if any, do you have regarding the charter fishing industry?

The biggest concern I have for the business of recreational charter fishing is the increase in regulation. State and federal government mandate acceptable fish sizes, fluctuating bag limits, and required equipment inventory for my vessel. Many of these policies are created by bureaucrats, with little or no experience with fish, fishing, or seamanship. Unfortunately, those with acquired knowledge and actual hands-on-experience tend to go unheard. One new regulation set to take effect in 2016 will cost me $20,000, on top of all other standard season-starting costs. No real explanation for it, as they just say it's better.

Your closing thoughts...

Regardless of what may come in this ever-changing industry; for me, it's still better than commuting to work by train....

Speaking with Captain Reynolds was an enriching experience. His views were particularly interesting and extremely credible, coming from someone with decades of experience in providing quality fishing opportunities for thousands of people. He had no idea that I'd previously been aboard the Snow Goose 2 (anonymously), but I speak from completely unbiased experience when I give it two thumbs-up. Consider viewing his website and perhaps even spending an afternoon out on the water with him and his crew. I'm confident you'd enjoy it.