June 08, 1995 - Looking Back on Fishing's Glory DaysJune 8, 1995 • The Suffolk Times • 9A
Looking Back on Fishing's Glory Days
By Paul Stoutenburgh
There's an old adage known through-
out the East End that caused me to get
out my old fishing pole this week. It goes
like this: "When the lilacs are blooming
in the spring, the weakfish should be run-
ning in the bay." This was a true adage
and many a year I
Focus on caught my fill of
fish during those
Nature Wondrous spring
evenings. During
the heyday of the
weakfish, it was a common sight to see
men lined up along the beach all trying
for those silvery beauties.
My earliest experience with those glo-
rious days was when the hand line was
being taken over by the rod and reel.
Those were tight times and little money
would be spent for those highfalutin'
city -folk rods and reels, but fishing was
a must and so brown, tarred line had to
do. A heavy lead sinker on the end along
with two big hooks, one about three or
four feet up, the other on the bottom, and
you were ready to compete with the best
of them. Squid was the bait and an old
kerosene lantern would fill out the
equipment.
I personally never used those ancient
wares for I was too young to do man's
work and so I just went along for the
excitement of being there. It was the
time of the tiderunners; huge 10- and 12-
pound weakfish — some even bigger —
would be hauled in, hand over hand, and
then pulled up on the beach flopping
around in the sand under the soft, yellow
light of the kerosene lamp.
It was after my stint in the service that
I became the proud owner of a rod and
reel. I had taken a grand old gentleman
from New Jersey out fishing many times
during the summer and as a reward he
gave me a beautiful, shiny Penn reel. I
have it still. I must say it has lost its
shine and luster but it still works.
Old Duck Boat Made Do
My best friend, Harry Waite from
Southold, was my hunting and fishing
partner in those days and it was during
the high point of the weakfish boom that
we slowly worked our way into the won-
derful world of fishing.
Photo by Paul Stoutenuuryh
BLUEFISH ARE IN —From now on bluefish will be showing up in our bays, along the sound and in the ocean. For
its size, there is no fish that can match this fierce fighter.
I had spotted a duck boat behind
someone's garage that was slowly being
weather- beaten away. The coaming was
all gone where it lay on the ground and
the canvas was peeling off her hull. The
owner, Mr. Pollock, only came out
weekends and so one weekend when he
came out I approached him to see if he
would sell it. "Sell it? Hell no. I'll give it
to you," he said. And so my first boat
was a somewhat dilapidated duck boat.
With lots of tender loving care I put it in
shape. It sat low in the water, being a
duck boat, and when two of us were in
it, it seemed as if we were sitting on the
water. No matter, we'd only fish in the
creek mouth where there were hardly
any waves.
We would usually head out about sun-
down for we never caught fish before it
got dark. There we'd anchor in the mid-
dle of the channel and fish the night
away. And did we catch fish! By then
the tiderunners' had left and our average
fish was about three to five pounds. We
still used squid and rigged one hook on
bet's book Back
75 Years Ago
June 4, 1920
Roosevelt in Greenport: The patriotic rally and
presentation of gold medals, under the auspices of the
Daughters of the Revolution, Yennicott Chapter, held at the
Metro Theatre, Greenport, on May 31 was attended by a
large and appreciative audience. Medals were presented to
Miss Bergen of Mattituck High School and Miss Wells of
Sound Avenue School for the best essays on "The Constitu-
tion" in any of the North Fork schools.
Theodore Roosevelt gave a most interesting address on
topics of the day. A dinner was afterward served at the
Olympia restaurant with Col. and Mrs. Roosevelt as the
guests of honor.
50 Years Ago
June 8, 1945
Fish and Chips: The Woodcliff Fish Company of
Greenport has purchased the building at Mattituck formerly
used as a potato chip factory and which has been vacant for
several years. The company will install a modern commer-
cial refrigerating plant for the freezing and storage of fish,
clams and other seafood.
Transports Anchor off Orient: For several days
last week two transports were anchored in the Sound, not
the bottom and the other about three feet
It was a steady pull with little movement.
up. Harry'd fish out one side. I'd fish out
Soon I caught a glimpse of it and found
the other. There wasn't much room in
I'd snagged a bunker.
the duck boat and when we caught a fish
Bunkers are members of the herring
we'd toss it up under the bow or under
family and being filter feeders travel,
the stern. One night we caught so many
with their mouths open, in schools. At
fish they worked their way all around us.
one time bunkers provided the largest
It seemed as if we were sitting in a boat
fishing industry on the eastern seaboard.
of fish.
Bunker boats plied all the waters around
- It's hard to imagine that those days of
Long Island, the bays, the sound and the
plenty have disap-
ocean. So efficient
peared and so it was `We caught so many fish it were these bunker
with a little apprehen- boats that they even -
sion that I headed out seemed we were sitting in a tually depleted the
this year. I had no boat offish . stock and the indus-
squid or lead sinkers
try faded from our
but in their place I
waters. There are
had a Hopkins jig and casting pole. I'd
still some bunker boats working the
heard reports of bluefish and weakfish
waters to our south but none as far as I
being caught and I just had to give it a
know to the north. What remains of
try. Cast as I would I had no luck. But
those great schools are small scatterings
the evening was cool and breezy and as
here and there. We can see their ripples
the stars started popping out I would try
on the waters in our bays and creeks and
one spot and then another. Finally, just as
with them travel the tigers of the sea —
I was going to quit, I had a hit. Nothing
the bluefish.
Knowing this, I took the bunker and
like I'd hoped for but a hit nevertheless.
far from shore off Terry's Point. The larger was the assault
transport Sitka, 500 feet long, with 1,000 men aboard. She
carried 27 landing barges of various types...
Capt. Quinsby landed on Truman's Beach with several of
his officers and, crossing over to the bay beach, boarded
another of his barges that had rounded Orient Point to take
them on a fishing trip. It was a sight to see these barges
drive up on shore and then claw themselves off with their
propellers. The ships left on Wednesday afternoon.
25 Years Ago
June 5, 1970
`Cardboard City' Sold: "We did this for one reason
— to beautify Greenport, period" With those words, busi-
nessman Jack Driscoll justified the purchase of "Cardboard
City," auctioned off to the tune of $115,000. Over 50
persons attended the "lawn auction" held Tuesday on the
steps of Southold Town Hall. There was 15 minutes of spir-
ited bidding by four persons for the property and the 47
homes on it. Driscoll said following the purchase that he
was bidding in behalf of a group of interested people —
"interested in preserving Greenport's beauty."
While those present declined to say just what would be
done to the property, it was learned there are plans in the air
to construct a modern apartment complex for senior citizens.
attached it to my hne and played it only
a few feet from the dock where I finally
wound up fishing. Suddenly there was a
tremendous swirl and then another and
then a charge! Then it became quiet. I
pulled up to find, the bunker had lost its
head and tail. A bluefish had feasted.
Not having the right hook, I dug deeper
into my bag of lures and came up with a
makeshift rig which I hooked the re-
maining part of the bunker on.
Five minutes went by. Ten minutes. In
and out the silvery -sided and tailless
bunker went. Again a rushing fish and a
swirl. I had hooked it! I played it in, the
line singing out, and then it happened.
Out of the water this huge bluefish came
shaking its head — spray all about and
my fishhook flying free. I'd lost my
prize. My bait was gone. I had no more
bunker. My first try of the season
couldn't have been better. I'll try again
but I doubt if I'll see and feel the thrill
again of that first bluefish as it burst out
of the water, shaking its head madly in
triumph.
P.S. I tried again the next day and am
pleased to say that this time I was the tri-
umphant one and hooked a nine -pound
blue using the same technique as the
night before.