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June 22, 2006 - A great day on the bayThe Suffolk Times • June 22, 2006.9A A great day on the bay RTNE 11, 2006 — Fishing trip, beauti- ful day, very windy. We just left Orient, the last marina on the north shore, where our party boat took a crew of probably 30 people on a day's fishing. (This article was taped while on board that party boat.) We parallel Orient Beach State Park, where they're trying to stop the erosion along the south side of the road leading into the park. It's a tremendous job. FOrUS Each year it gets washed out in a ON different spot. From our boat NATURE we can see signs of each attempt by Paul to stop nature's Stoutenburgh fury, TWo barn swal- lows are working in the lee of the shore. This has been a bad year for all swallows; with the cold and rain there were few of the flying insects swallows depend on for food. There's a tremendous north wind blowing. The captain tells us we'll be doing our fishing in the upper bay, where it won't be so rough. Our boat is just about the only wooden party boat I see around. Fiberglass has taken over, but this wooden boat is still a great boat and well kept up. It's clear and cool as we plow along. I just moved from the windy side of the boat to the lee side and it's much nicer here out of the wind. I see it hasn't taken the would -be fishermen long to get their poles out and ready to go; they're anxious to get their lines overboard. After all, this is mainly a fishing trip, with pleasure taking sec- ond place. Off in the distance I see Gardiners Island. If you look really close to the north you can find "The Ruins," a fort that was built but never used and to- day lies in ruins Off to the west in the lee of the park are two swans. I can't tell if they're our mute swans or not. Adult mute swans have an orange -ish bill. I think these have all black bills. Maybe we have something here. My son Peter goes to get his glasses. These I brought along aren't very good. Some years ago Bug Light burned to the ground — or I should say to the water's edge. Then, through the ef- fort of many, it was rebuilt, and today stands as a welcome symbol to all mariners, big and small. e i r As we move along, gulls are taking advantage of the lee side of the boat, gliding along just above the water. The wind must be blowing 30 knots or more. Some gulls follow the boat, hop- ing someone will throw them a tidbit. The fun of feeding the gulls in back of the boat has started. People, especially the kids, are throwing bits of food in the air and the gulls fly up almost to "the hand that feeds them." It's beautiful the way these big birds can maneuver in the wind. One never tires of watching them following the boat. Alongside the boat, with their wings out, they seem to float just above the waves. As we move westward, we leave the state park behind and face the wind that's charging right up the bay. There's a sailboat without any sails up heading out east. I see terns here. They fly about 10 feet above the water until they see something, and then drop into the water. These terns probably come from the sand island opposite the Port of Egypt, where they nest. There will be hungry mouths awaiting the return of the parents. We pass close to Bug Light. We're working our way up toward Greenport to get out of the heavy weather. We're leaving a world of white caps. We try two or three spots, all in the bay, because of the wind. A while later, we've caught a few fish. I caught one "keeper" fluke. Quite a few small ones have been brought aboard but, be- cause they were undersize, they had to be thrown back. I also got a couple of sea robins, those odd - looking fish that look like they come from the days of dinosaurs and such. In all it's been a quiet trip up bay. The few sailboats that are out are all reefed down. Don't need much sail, what with the wind that's blowing. Those boats are headed for something wicked with that wind. We were just going to move when two people brought fish aboard, so we're going back to try there again. ,.AUk Titres phd. try Pafl SladanlWrgi Left: One of the best fisher 'men' aboard our recent fishing trip was Victoria Plechnik, who proudly shows off one of the bluefish she caught. She caught more fish than anyone else. What a joy to have her aboard. Above: The sea robin is consid- ered a trash fish and Is tossed overboard. Some say they are good eating, but who wants to clean them? They remind one of something prehistoric. No luck, so now we're heading toward Greenport. The engine stops and all lines go over the side once again. We're drifting in the lee of Greenport. There have been some nice bluefish brought in — two or three pounds. The young girl caught one of them. How excited she was! Right now we're drifting near the path of the Shelter Island ferry. No luck here. The boat moves farther up bay, about a quarter of a mile west of Greenport. Interesting to see every- body watching everybody else's pole. As one gets a fish on, all eyes watch to see what conies in. After more fishing, then lunch, and more fishing along the way, we find our fishing trip is just about over. I caught a "keeper" fluke, two under- sized fluke, sea robins and two skates. It doesn't sound like much, but it's been a great day on the water. All the party boats stayed in the bays and didn't go out into the rough water. We're heading home now with the wind behind us; home being the Ori- ent marina. We're again paralleling Orient Beach State Park, that wonderful strip Your persona! dance trainer will give you the con(ideuce you want. Call today for a FREE introductory lesson. 16 WEST MAIN ST., RIVERHE:AD Mon. - Fd noon - 10 p m. owned and Sat. noon .6 p.m. oucmM b (631) 208 -9880 coos D smnX of land that is technically known as a maritime forest, a very rare piece of land that should be kept in perpetuity in its natural state. If I look closely, I can see the remains of the old fish fac- tory. Here bunkers were processed into fishmeal, fish oil and fertilizer. All went well until a hurricane wiped it out. The two or three kids on board are having a great time; the young girl named Victoria caught most of the fish. There were seven bluefish caught. I would have preferred one of those to a fluke; broiled, there's nothing better. For bait we use a piece of squid on a three -foot leader attached to a heavy sinker. Then, on the hook, besides the squid, we attach a spearing or, as some call them, silversides, to make it a tasty morsel. Sorry to say, there just aren't that many fish up -bay. Yet, I would say it probably evened out; just about ev- erybody caught at least one fish. As we move toward home, I watch the mate fillet the fluke. They do it with such ease. I also see the roe. Then it's the turn of the bluefish. It all looks so easy. Everyone is windblown and a bit sunburned, and all are tired after a great day on the water. IOU - I am a beautful Russian Blue mix I think A is fun to be stroked and pettedl I get along well with the other cats here at the shelter, but I would love my own home! MILLIE IS JUST ONE OF OVER 30 CATS ANO KITTENS HERE - PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CALL THE SHELTER TO INOOIRE (CAILIL 7(65-1811 The Suffolk Times • June 22, 2006 eat day on the bay JUNE 11, 2000 — risnmg Lnp, MdUi ful day, very windy. We just left Orient, the last marina on the north shore, where our party boat took a crew of probably 30 people on a day's fishing. (This article was taped while on board that party boat.) We parallel Orient Beach State Park, where they're trying to stop the erosion along the south side of the road leading into the park. It's a Suffolk Times photos by Paul Stamnburgh Left: One of the best fisher `men' aboard our recent fishing trip was Victoria Piechnik, who proudly shows off one of the bluefish she caught. She caught more fish than anyone else. What a Joy to have her aboard. Above: The sea robin Is consid- ered a trash fish and is tossed overboard. Some say they are good eating, but who wants to clean them? They remind one of something prehistoric. Focus Each year it gets washed out in a ON different spot. From our boat NATURE we can see signs of each attempt by Paul to stop nature's Stoutenburgh fuy. Two barn swal lows are working in the lee of the. shore. This has been a bad year for all swallows; with the cold and rain there were few of the flying insects swallows depend on for food. There's a tremendous north wind blowing. The captain tells us well be doing our fishing in the upper bay, where it won't be so rough. Our boat is just about the only wooden party boat I see around. Fiberglass has taken over, but this wooden boat is still a great boat and well kept up. It's clear and cool as we plow along. I just moved from the windy side of the boat to the lee side and it's much nicer here out of the wind. I see it hasn't taken the would -be fishermen long to get their poles out and ready to go; they're anxious to get their lines overboard. After all, this is mainly a fishing trip, with pleasure taking sec- ond place. Off in the distance I see Gardiners Island. If you look really close to the north you can find "The Ruins," a fort that was built but never used and to- day lies in ruins. Off to the west in the lee of the park are two swans. I can't tell if they're our mute swans or not. Adult mute swans have an orange -ish bill. I think these have all black bills. Maybe we have something here. My son Peter goes to get his glasses. These I brought along aren't very good. As we move along, gulls are taking advantage of the lee side of the boat, gliding along just above the water. The wind must be blowing 30 knots or more. Some gulls follow the boat, hop- ing someone will throw them a tidbit. The fun of feeding the gulls in back of the boat has started. People, especially the kids, are throwing bits of food in the air and the gulls fly up almost to "the hand that feeds them." It's beautiful the way these big birds can maneuver in the wind. One never tires of watching them following the boat. Alongside the boat, with their wings out, they seem to float just above the As we move westward, we leave the state park behind and face the wind that's charging right up the bay. There's a sailboat without any sails up heading out east. I see terns here. They fly about 10 feet above the water until they see something, and then drop into the water. These terns probably come from the sand island opposite the Port of Egypt, where they nest. There will be hungry mouths awaiting the return of the varents. — We pass close to Bug Light. We're working our way up toward Greenpor to get out of the heavy weather. We're leaving a world of white caps. We try two or three spots, all in the bay, because of the wind. A while later, we've caught a few fish. I caught one "keeper" fluke. Quite a few small ones have been brought aboard but, be- cause they were undersize, they had to be thrown back. I also got a couple of sea robins, those odd - looking fish that look like they come from the days of dinosaurs and such. In all it's been a quiet trip up bay. The few sailboats that are out are all reefed down. Don't need much sail, what with the wind that's blowing. Those boats are headed for something wicked with that wind. We were just going to move when two people brought fish aboard, so we're going back to try there again. ivo luck, so now we're heading toward Greenport. The engine stops and all lines go over the side once again. We're drifting in the lee of Greenport. There have been some nice bluefish brought in — two or three pounds. Tli young girl caught one of them. How excited she was! Right now we're drifting near the path of the Shelter Island ferry. No luck here. The boat moves farther up bay, about a quarter of a mile west of Greenport. Interesting to see every- body watching everybody else's pole. As one gets a fish on, all eyes watch to see what comes in. After more fishing, then lunch, and more fishing along the way, we find cur fishing trip is just about over. I 'aught a "keeper" fluke, two under - dzed fluke, sea robins and two skates. It doesn't sound like much, but it's )een a great day on the water. All the )arty boats stayed in the bays and lidn't go out into the rough water. We're heading home now with the vind behind us; home being the Ori- mt marina. We're again paralleling Orient 3each State Park, that wonderful stria Wo", I I; I W� Some years ago Bug Light burned to- the ground — or I should say to the water's edge. Then, through the ef- fort of many, it was rebuilt, and today stands as a welcome symbol to all mariners, big and small. 1 -1U uiaL 10 X10-1- auy Known as a maritime forest, a very rare piece of land that should be kept in perpetuity in its natural state. If I look closely, I can see the remains of the old fish fac- tory. Here bunkers were processed intc fishmeal, fish oil and fertilizer. All went well until a hurricane wiped it out. The two or three kids on board are having a great time; the young girl named Victoria caught most of the fish. There were seven bluefish caught. I would have preferred one of those to a fluke; broiled, there's nothing better. For bait we use a piece of squid on a three -foot leader attached to a heavy sinker. Then, on the hook, besides the squid, we attach a spearing or, as some call them, silversides, to make it a tasty morsel. Sorry to say, there just aren't that many fish up -bay. Yet, I would say it probably evened out; just about ev- erybody caught at least one fish. As we move toward home, I watch the mate fillet the fluke. They do it with such ease. I also see the roe. Then it's the turn of the bluefish. It all looks so easy. Everyone is windblown and a bit sunburned, and all are tired after a on