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Dart Boards - Checkers - Backgammon - Scrabble. • ROOMS AVAILABLE - Day- Week - Month • COMPLETE DINNER MENU COMING SOOkfl G 0+ G L 4L G C co 3 S A. L suA®a r flea 12 2 N urOON . Ste n9 30 pM ak Haw, & E99s E p �e dU Jo4YSt Oncelettened�ct B /oozy des. prench Toa , �oUr el 0 �arY or Cha�pa9�e OON THURSDAY NIGHT LOBSTER 1 SPECIAL 95 11/4 lb. LOBSTER PLUS UNLIMITED SALAD BAR PLUS Ice Cream & I Coffee MAIN STREET, RIVERHEAD �J Open 7 Days A Week 727-1802 —18i 02 11 AM -Midnight Convenient Entrance and Parking In The Rear. May 14, 1981 Dining Guide FIRST CATCH -- Weakfish with soft hues of pink and blue caught in early everting on light tackle are a fisherman's delight. Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh First Catch of the Year A watched pot never boils. So it was with spring this year. It seemed it would never get it here. Cold and rainy days kept the pot from boiling. Yet when the boil did occur, it seemed that it came overnight. Everything was green at once. One night we could look through our woods and see the neighbors' lights. The next night we were enclosed in darkness. The same adage holds true for fishing. All through the pre - boiling state I thought about the weakfish that should be showing up soon in our bays. First, the osprey or fish hawk was back telling us that the flounders and eels were out of their long winter's sleep and again moving about in our creeks. Then there were the scattered reports of a few "weaks" being caught in the traps out at Orient.And then the final clue; the budding of the lilacs. Surely the pot was boiling now. Friday night we'd try it. Out of the closet came old fishing gear that brought back fond memories of last year's catch. The little four -horse outboard was primed and checked out. The boat's bottom had been painted weeks ago and was now floating at the dock ready for us. It was time! Barbara and I dressed in warm clothes and headed out just before sunset. This was the waning hour. A cold southwest wind stirred the bay into a chop that every once in a while had to break away from the rest and give us a taste of its spray. It told us to slow down. After all the bay was still in control. Trolled, and Trolled and Trolled Now in the mouth of the creek we put over our prize lures that worked so well last year and started trolling. We trolled, and trolled and trolled. The sun went down behind the trees and darkness took over and we still trolled ... and trolled ... and trolled. We were watching the pot too closely for we didn't even get a strike. The cold wind and the wet seats finally made up our minds and we headed back. We went home defeated. I knew deep down that all the signs couldn't be wrong. All the next day I thought of last year's run of fish and how we'd had such an exciting time catching them. The time was right. Fish should be there. I'll try again but this time with another lure ... one of those modern plastic ones that everyone is talking about. After all there's no reason why fish can't change their eating habits just as we do. Perhaps they, like ourselves, want to keep abreast of modern trends. So soon after dinner 1 announced I'd give it another try. This time alone. Barbara nodded her head in that fashion I'd gotten to know so well, which meant, "Okay, I knew you just couldn't stay away." With that blessing,I quickly gathered my gear and headed to the boat now tied down at the mouth of our little creek. We had to leave it there because we can only get up and down at high tide. As I walked down the road I'm sure the cars that passed were curious as to my destination and its ultimate success. I'm sure many were weekenders and the sight of a fishing pole stirred their minds also of fishing days ahead. Saturday night is a busy one and car after car zoomed by as I hurried along to get off the road. Once in the boat and headed out, the world again made more sense. The sun was slowly sinking as I watched a snowy egret pause from his busy hunt to watch me pass by, a pair of mallards flew over talking softly to each other and the great marshes all about me were shooting up with new sprouts of greenery. Could this be the night? Was the pot ready to boil? Cold and Wet Bay As I left the creek I headed into the bay with that same southwest wind blowing its chill over me. Its chop seemed more determined to turn me about for the tide was working against the wind and I found (continued on next page) Authentic Regional 10 Cuisine Prepared In Our Kitchen va Reservations 765 -2111 NORTH FORK J AClosed Monday 'r RESTAURANT MAIN ROAD, SOUTHOLD OPEN 6 DAYS A WEEK LUNCHEON ................ 11:30 - 2:30 DINNER ...................... 5 - 9 4 - Cards Accepted SUNDAY BRUNCH ..... 11:30 - 2 SUNDAY DINNER ...... 3 - 9 John C. Ross Chef -Owner ,err w S t at r Dancing - �cst,r ►ast EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT. • In The Greenport, N.Y. John Barillaro Gold Room Serving APPEARING LUNCH 12PM - 3PM at the piano Every Fri. & Sat. Night May 16th DINNER 3PM - 10PM THIS SATURDAY Rr s. The 3 C's 477 -0666 OPEN 7 DAYS d All Major Credit Cards accepted Banquet Facilities for Parties S A. L suA®a r flea 12 2 N urOON . Ste n9 30 pM ak Haw, & E99s E p �e dU Jo4YSt Oncelettened�ct B /oozy des. prench Toa , �oUr el 0 �arY or Cha�pa9�e OON THURSDAY NIGHT LOBSTER 1 SPECIAL 95 11/4 lb. LOBSTER PLUS UNLIMITED SALAD BAR PLUS Ice Cream & I Coffee MAIN STREET, RIVERHEAD �J Open 7 Days A Week 727-1802 —18i 02 11 AM -Midnight Convenient Entrance and Parking In The Rear. May 14, 1981 Dining Guide FIRST CATCH -- Weakfish with soft hues of pink and blue caught in early everting on light tackle are a fisherman's delight. Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh First Catch of the Year A watched pot never boils. So it was with spring this year. It seemed it would never get it here. Cold and rainy days kept the pot from boiling. Yet when the boil did occur, it seemed that it came overnight. Everything was green at once. One night we could look through our woods and see the neighbors' lights. The next night we were enclosed in darkness. The same adage holds true for fishing. All through the pre - boiling state I thought about the weakfish that should be showing up soon in our bays. First, the osprey or fish hawk was back telling us that the flounders and eels were out of their long winter's sleep and again moving about in our creeks. Then there were the scattered reports of a few "weaks" being caught in the traps out at Orient.And then the final clue; the budding of the lilacs. Surely the pot was boiling now. Friday night we'd try it. Out of the closet came old fishing gear that brought back fond memories of last year's catch. The little four -horse outboard was primed and checked out. The boat's bottom had been painted weeks ago and was now floating at the dock ready for us. It was time! Barbara and I dressed in warm clothes and headed out just before sunset. This was the waning hour. A cold southwest wind stirred the bay into a chop that every once in a while had to break away from the rest and give us a taste of its spray. It told us to slow down. After all the bay was still in control. Trolled, and Trolled and Trolled Now in the mouth of the creek we put over our prize lures that worked so well last year and started trolling. We trolled, and trolled and trolled. The sun went down behind the trees and darkness took over and we still trolled ... and trolled ... and trolled. We were watching the pot too closely for we didn't even get a strike. The cold wind and the wet seats finally made up our minds and we headed back. We went home defeated. I knew deep down that all the signs couldn't be wrong. All the next day I thought of last year's run of fish and how we'd had such an exciting time catching them. The time was right. Fish should be there. I'll try again but this time with another lure ... one of those modern plastic ones that everyone is talking about. After all there's no reason why fish can't change their eating habits just as we do. Perhaps they, like ourselves, want to keep abreast of modern trends. So soon after dinner 1 announced I'd give it another try. This time alone. Barbara nodded her head in that fashion I'd gotten to know so well, which meant, "Okay, I knew you just couldn't stay away." With that blessing,I quickly gathered my gear and headed to the boat now tied down at the mouth of our little creek. We had to leave it there because we can only get up and down at high tide. As I walked down the road I'm sure the cars that passed were curious as to my destination and its ultimate success. I'm sure many were weekenders and the sight of a fishing pole stirred their minds also of fishing days ahead. Saturday night is a busy one and car after car zoomed by as I hurried along to get off the road. Once in the boat and headed out, the world again made more sense. The sun was slowly sinking as I watched a snowy egret pause from his busy hunt to watch me pass by, a pair of mallards flew over talking softly to each other and the great marshes all about me were shooting up with new sprouts of greenery. Could this be the night? Was the pot ready to boil? Cold and Wet Bay As I left the creek I headed into the bay with that same southwest wind blowing its chill over me. Its chop seemed more determined to turn me about for the tide was working against the wind and I found (continued on next page) Authentic Regional 10 Cuisine Prepared In Our Kitchen va Reservations 765 -2111 NORTH FORK J AClosed Monday 'r RESTAURANT MAIN ROAD, SOUTHOLD OPEN 6 DAYS A WEEK LUNCHEON ................ 11:30 - 2:30 DINNER ...................... 5 - 9 4 - Cards Accepted SUNDAY BRUNCH ..... 11:30 - 2 SUNDAY DINNER ...... 3 - 9 John C. Ross Chef -Owner ,err w S t at May 14, 1981 TO XeW- Rebieb, Focus (continued from previous page) the boat pounding more because it was so light. Now was the time to try my new plastic worm. Over it went and the line streamed out. Back and forth I trolled. Up and down. Around circles. In and out I went but nothing took my lure. A pair of skimmers headed north, their long orange - red beaks cutting the air before them. Soon the sun disappeared and I was alone on the bay. Something was wrong. The fish should be here. Everything was right. The time. The tide. And of course, my new plastic worm. What else could I do? I'd try shutting the motor off and just cast. I was just outside the sandbar that lies off the mouth of the creek. Perhaps here where the tide was bringing out its deluge of food to feed the bay would be the place to try. With the motor off now and only the laughing of the waves, I started on my new attack. Out would go the line and back I'd draw it. Time and time again I'd reel it in and cast it out. It got so dark I was having difficulty seeing the lure that every now and then would bring in a dangling piece of grass. The creek was spewing out its nutrients and some were in the form of grass that would foul up my line on about every third cast. Then there was a hit! The line grew taut and the pole bent! I had one on! It ran to the left fighting all the way and even spun out the drag that I had previously set. I kept the pole high in the air to let it act as a shock absorber so my precious line would not break. Great surges and jerks were being transmitted to my pole. Slowly I turned my unseen captive toward me and worked it in. Once I got a flash of silver as he swirled to the surface. "Would I lose him ?" It was a nice sized weakfish (later weighing in at 71/2 lbs.) and I was alone in the boat.l had a gaff and so with one arm guiding the fish close enough to the boat I worked the gaff under and then with one gigantic sweep up, over the gunnels he came. Silver pink glistening, he now thump, thump, thumped on the bottom of the aluminum boat. I was breathless but I had gotten the fish I knew should be there. Then in rapid fire I got three more smaller ones (44z lbs.) and lost two — one taking my line and plastic worm and all. My pot boileth over. I was rewarded for not giving up. The cold wind and wet sea had all disappeared. My day was com- plete. As I headed back into the creek I was once more thankful that we live in a world of seasons; one in which we an- ticipate and one in which we participate -- the weakfish season. PAULSTOUTENBURGH FOB 101" uSNOV� r IDa P 3.5 LUNCH 12:00 - 2:30 3EST IN a THE AREA ME I 0oa � � 4 E- V V OPEN 6 DAYS A WEEK New Menu . 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