It was definitely a lot calmer. Not a lot of yahoos. The guys were nice and it seemed like they were just here to fish.
Coop said he has had some reports of bonito. The tasty mini-tuna have been caught at the hooter off Wasque, off Gay Head, and off Menemsha by a kayaker. What these multiple sightings portend for the months ahead is unclear.
A cable news pundit described the Island as ‘ritzy and glamorous.’ I suppose that impression would be accurate if one’s world only encompassed kiss-kiss cocktail parties and swank dinners in summer echo chambers. It sure does not describe the VFW Fluke Derby, and for that I am very grateful.
Now there are people who like to fish and there are fishermen. Any 25-year-old guy who would leave lots of food, pretty women, beer and friends to go bass fishing is a fisherman.
How often do you see a single fisherman tooling along in his boat wearing no personal flotation device (PFD)? Too often. And not just fishermen. The prevailing excuse is that there are other boats around, or the water is calm, or he or she is a good swimmer or the mindset that accidents happen to someone else. Well, they do not.
Far from the excitement of World Cup action in the steamy heat of Brazil, island fishermen battled for bragging rights.
The spring striper fishing never got off the ground, but fishermen remain optimistic.
A famous Roman general once wrote, ‘Veni, vidi, vici,’ Latin for, I came, I saw, I conquered. There is no way to know if Julius Caesar liked to fish. His Italian countrymen sure do.
But a bad day of fishing in the catch and release beats a good day in Walter Reed National Military Medical Center. One year ago, Army Captain Matthew Blair was in the hospital receiving treatment for the foot he fractured while on his third deployment to Afghanistan.
After much gnashing of teeth, and a tussle between state wildlife officials and Gay Head leaders, a period of detente settled over the area. The state did not improve the parking lot and everyone looked the other way.