In case you missed it, we had a great talk with Captain John McMurray on Sunday, traditionally Tax Day and also the official start of striped bass season. John has an awesome presentation on bait and migration patterns through the course of a season in Jamaica Bay and I highly recommend trying to get to one. In fact, you should have been there Sunday. I personally learned a lot about the Bay and have a lot of new ideas of how I want to try to fish it this season.


Special thank yous go out to the Brooklyn Urban Anglers crew—some new faces I haven’t met before (hey Jonathan! hey Joanna and Clyde!) and a few regulars (hey Alex, Altay, and Robin!)—Matt Rogers and the Metropolitan Rod and Gun Club for hosting us, and my girlfriend who secured the chocolate babka and drove me around while I’m currently in a somewhat illegal driving status. The Metropolitan Rod and Gun Club is a really cool old building with tons of trophies taken by members over the almost 100 years of its existence (it’s missing fish on the walls, though—maybe we should get a gorilla blue on the wall this year). It also has a shooting range and an archery range, as well as nearly 1000 acres in upstate New York that’s available to members for fishing, hunting, and shooting. It’s worth a membership and I want to try to join up this year. It’s amazing that something like this exists right in the heart of Brooklyn.


The 2018 season is underway, and though the water is still in the low 40s, I’ve seen some bass caught in the bays. Right now I’m in a rough spot, transportation wise—my bike is in need of some pretty serious and urgent repairs and is basically unrideable at this point, and aside from the questionable (read: illegal) driving status, my car is also in the shop with nearly all of my gear.  This is really my fault since I should have taken it out of the trunk, but my waders, boots, plug bag, and storage containers are all in there and currently inaccessible. I have no shortage of emergency gear though, and I also stocked up a little bit over winter with some new stuff I aim to try out, as soon as I can get my girlfriend to drive me, or otherwise pay these fines looming over my head.


First up are these plastics. From left to right Cobra Bait 5″ Sad Shad, Elias V Extreme Paddletail Shad, and Cobra Bait 7″ Sad Shad, all on Tog Candy 1oz. bullet jig heads. I had some good luck with the Elias shad last season and I’m stoked to try out these Cobra Bait lures. The quality with all of these is very good. The Tog Candy jig heads are also of high quality, with a double barb on the collar that does a great job of keeping those baits on the head. As usual, a little dab of glue doesn’t hurt either. The Elias V and Tog Candy gear are NY-based businesses. Support the local scene!




I also am trying out these bucktails made by Tinman Tackle. Dan over there makes some really nice bucktails and will make nearly any combination you want, to order. I was really impressed with the quality of these bucktails when they came in the mail—and they have lots of hair to keep the bucktail buoyant and slow sinking. I started off with a light assortment of bucktails from 1/2oz to 1oz for the early season, but I’ll probably order more as the season goes on. I ordered mine directly from Dan on the Stripers Online site—he has his own ordering thread here. Dan was a great guy to work with, and he’s fast too.

So even though my plug bag is stuck in my car, I still have a pretty decent early season arsenal, and one in which I have a good amount of confidence. Now, if I can only get out on the water….




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Super stoked to announce Captain John McMurray is coming to talk with us at the Metropolitan Rod and Gun Club in Cobble Hill on Sunday, April 15! John runs One More Cast Charters and is a fantastic source of info on striped bass fishing the NYC area, particularly Jamaica Bay in the early season. And right now is the time as we’re starting to see some more consistently warmer days to get those migrating fish moving and the striped bass season opens that same day.

John wrote an excellent article about the particular ecology of Jamaica Bay that make it such a unique place that’s favored by baitfish and the bigger fish we’re chasing. [Just an excerpt: “Jamaica Bay is essentially a semi-closed, 10,000-acre marsh with the usual productivity associated with such systems, plus an excess of nutrients that attract large amounts of baitfish to feed on the resulting algal blooms, with all the deep water needed to draw in large predators. Such predators are not as easily spooked in Jamaica Bay, thanks to the presence of deep water just a tail stroke away. And believe me when I tell you that large bass and blues come right up into the flats regularly to feast on the abundant baitfish.”] This article is a must-read if you want to fish and understand the waters around New York City, and John is going to explain even more in person. John’s talk on Sunday is an excellent chance to get started this season, if you’ve been fishing NYC for years or if you’re just beginning to explore all the fishing available in NYC.

A little more about John:  He is on the Atlantic States Marine Fisheries Commission’s Striped Bass Advisory Panel. He is also the Legislative Proxy at ASMFC for NYS Senator Phil Boyle, and was the first executive director of the Coastal Conservation Association of New York. He is also a writer the the Marine Fish Conservation Network, a frequent source for a lot of our blog posts.

The event is free and starts at 5pm. Beers and food will be on hand, so don’t be a fool, Data, and get out to the Metropolitan Rod and Gun Club!

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Sayonara, DC!


The Great Dave Cole — pic by Geralyn Shukwit

Good lord, what year is it? With all that is going on in the world it’s hard to tell sometimes. First off, many apologies to the three readers out there for the lengthy absence. When I just don’t feel confident or good about something it seems easier to always find something else to do in order to procrastinate. You should see the floor next to my desk right now. It’s piled high like an Arby’s Roast Beef sandwich with photo and fishing crap I still haven’t unpacked since moving in at the end of August. It’s a problem I have, apparently.

To summarize my season simply: it was full of small bass pretty much everywhere I went. I also caught a squid on a rubber shad. I fished a lot up in Caumsett State Park and there was beautiful water everywhere. Small bass by day on poppers and small bass by night on swimmers in the boulder field under a full moon. I did not venture out onto the Diamond Bar, but did once spy a guy who looked like he was 100 yards off the beach standing out there. I’m not sure that’s something I want to explore until I’m a little more familiar with the area. There’s a pretty good series of videos from this guy Mark McGowan on Youtube that takes you on a little video tour of the park and that’s inspired some ideas for the early season. Back in our NYC waters, I witnessed a bass blitz a football field wide along the beach. The water was a washing machine of chocolate milk brown and a constant, howling wind made casting near impossible. Out in the distance I could see gannets diving and gulls roiling over the rough water, tumbling over each other it seemed from so far away, and thought they would surely not make it back in this direction. After an hour though the wind shifted and back the birds tumbled, so tantalizingly within distance but the constant wind swatted everything aside. I could not cast 10 yards in front of me. I battled in chest-deep waves (which I guess is not really that deep) to hurl a 2.5oz bucktail far enough to reach the edge of the blitz and nailed a couple barely-legal fish. With the birds and fish came the trucks and the guys who got out, fished for 2 minutes, caught nothing, got back in the truck, drove, LA-style, 30 feet, got back out, fished for 2 minutes…. A few guys were doing alright with metals so I swapped out and did just as well, but with better distance did not come better fish. In fact, I think they actually got smaller.


Asbury Park Christmas baby bass

I finished my season in New Jersey, in the exact same spot as last year—almost on the same rock. More small bass at the Asbury Park shore where I managed to sneak away for last light while the Lady graciously went about Christmas shopping. The week before that I got hammered on the IBSP jetty for a bunch of small bass and several of us almost got a free ride into the inlet behind us on what at first appeared to be a bright, calm morning. The water was clean and cold, and had no concerns if it wanted to pick you up and move you back a few feet.

Now it’s winter and I have nothing to do but play with fishing lures and make (probably) unnecessary modifications to gear. Youtube has plenty of videos for homework, like Rich Troxler’s new surf fishing series , and of course there’s an unending video loop of fish porn to make you feel inadequate. There’s also Peter Laurelli’s new video and it’s been a while, but it’s right up there with his previous work, and there’s even more dimension to this one, even if it’s “only” an 8-minute excerpt of a 20+ minute film that’s to come. The footage this guy gets is just incredible. There’s really no other word for it. Take a few minutes, grab a drink, put the headphones on, and turn the volume up.



Dave and Denton with a nice Brooklyn bass

I suppose the offseason is time for more than just replacing rusty hooks and watching fishing videos. Than just reevaluating those days you didn’t change your techniques or weren’t humble enough or you slept in a little longer than you should have. Than just planning goals you hope you won’t abandon this year. It’s easy for me in the winter to bury my head in work and drop out until spring, but we’re losing our buddy Dave Cole to the land of AC/DC and the kangaroo, where he will no doubt regale us with stories from his adventures with the Morning Tide Crew.

I met Dave years ago working a Derby table on Bedford Avenue. He likes to tell his friends I’m the first friend he met in NYC that didn’t initially involve drinking or drugs. Dave fished his ass off that Derby and picked up a nice bass on North 5th Pier on an all-night session with Denton. That picture of them late at night under whatever that sculpture is supposed to be is still one of my favorite Derby photos of all time. I remember the first time I fished with Dave—we destroyed two digital cameras and I sunk my phone and learned a valuable “waterproofing” lesson about Ziploc bags. I remember the time in Montauk when he wandered down this gravel drop off near Browns and turned and asked me, “Am I going to regret standing here?” right before getting his ass smashed by a series of waves. I remember teaching him how to use a bail-less reel in the Rockaways and catching my plug on the fence behind us and snapping my rod into 3 pieces.  He caught a bunch of fish at that spot one night. He was so stoked, he kept dropping his gear in the wash and his reel got gunked up with sand and he had to go back to the car and get another and then he’d catch another fish. I don’t think I ever caught a fish with Dave; maybe I did, but I always loved fishing with him. It was so easy for him to talk to anyone around us, and we’d get some good stories, then I’d go home and write about it later and now I suck at that. Godspeed, Dave! Take good care of that gigantic VS300, shining like the trophy you deserve. Love ya, dude!


Don’t worry guys. We’re getting all his old stuff, haha.


Bunker Time! Write to the ASMFC!

“If we do not put the heat on the ASMFC to do the right thing, Omega Protein will prevent any meaningful protection, the menhaden population will continue to crash, and species after species of the valued fish dependent on menhaden will crash with them.”
— H. Bruce Franklin, author of The Most Important Fish in the Sea: Menhaden and America

The October New Moon is here and while I’ve pretended like I was waiting for it to start the fall run, in truth I’ve been adjusting to domesticated life and all of the now-doubled family obligations that come with it. September was a complete wash of out of town weddings and birthdays, but it was 90 degrees for almost the entire month so perhaps I didn’t miss much. I moved at the end of August and the apartment is still a mess and full of boxes and I can’t find anything when I look for it, but there are more important fishing matters now with a window opening of an unknown, but always shrinking, length.

More immediately though, the Atlantic States Marine Fisheries Commission held its meetings regarding Atlantic menhaden (aka bunker) management over the past six weeks and today is the last day to send in public comments to the ASMFC. The Commission is considering what’s called Amendment 3, which will lay out a management plan for menhaden based on their role in an ecosystem—meaning it will be managed as a prey species and will consider factors such its role as a food source for predatory species like striped bass, birds, and mammals like whales and dolphins. It will not continue to be managed like a single species independent of environmental impacts, factors, but rather by its importance in the food chain. The bottom line of how many millions of pounds Omega Protein is allowed to take from the Chesapeake Bay is ostensibly no longer the primary factor in menhaden management, but more on that later because Omega’s take in the Chesapeake is also an important consideration.

We should support Amendment 3 and push for a “75% Target; 40% Threshold” interim rule while the Commission figures out the final details of implementing Amendment 3. This interim rule refers to maintaining a 75 percent unfished stock, and the Commission would be forced to take action if the stock falls below 40 percent. We should also push to revamp the allowable catch in the Chesapeake Bay—the headquarters of Omega and the reduction industry. The available option in Amendment 3 caps the Bay catch at 51,000 metric tons, reduced from over 85,000 metric tons. The argument here is that Omega never comes close to the 85K cap and can in turn take as much as it wants—there is no real regulation on how much they can take. I’ll have a sample letter that you can copy and paste at the bottom of this post.

So far, at least in the New York meetings, it looks like most people are on board with better menhaden management. That includes recreational fishermen (and women), commercial fishing captains, scientists, tackle shop owners, conservationists, bay watchers, and whale watchers. [Speaking of which, during a time of particularly high abundance of peanut bunker out in the Rockaways last Spring, I casted fruitlessly in the dawn hours into a gorgeous morning. Out in the distance I watched birds making great wide circles, as if they were slowly looping an oval race track. More birds appeared, seemingly out of the air, moving in the same direction, making those great circles. It was not the kind of bird action I’m accustomed to seeing—I’m more interested in the chaotic diving into the water variety. But this looked almost ritualistic, a conjuring even. And it was—seconds later a humpback blasted out of the water like something crashing out from the surface of a mirror. I didn’t catch any fish that day, but it was one of the most awesome things I’ve seen in NYC waters.] But while consensus among citizens may be near universal—according to John McMurray, the ASMFC received over 25,000 comments in 2016 in favor of ecosystem-based management, and only 11 comments favoring the current, single-species management—agreement among states is far from certain.

Obviously Virginia, home to Omega Protein who still controls 85 percent of the total allowable catch, and New Jersey, which has a smaller stake in the bait industry (11 percent), probably won’t support an ecosystem approach. The problem with the current single-species management these industries favor is there isn’t any consideration for predator/prey relationships. The increased number of whale sightings, the healthier birds, the more bunker we’ve seen pooled up in places like the Harlem River and even Newtown Creek (ugh!)—a lot of this is likely due to the 20 percent harvest reduction back in 2012. The menhaden industry believes it was solely environmental factors and not the reduction that impacted the increased numbers of bunker. However, they also believe their harvest has no impact on the population, which is just intellectually dishonest at best—the fishing industry once thought they could never out fish the cod population either and you know how that story ends.

So here’s the letter you can send to the ASMFC (should be sent to Megan Ware,, Subject line: Draft Amendment 3). It’s short and to the point and takes less than five minutes.

Hello ASMFC Commissioners!

I am writing on behalf of the Brooklyn Urban Anglers Association. You have a unique opportunity on November 13 to make a huge impact on the quality of marine life in the Atlantic Ocean. The importance of menhaden in our ocean ecosystems is well documented and cannot be overstated. This is not a resource that should be managed based on the short-term desires of a single industry. More menhaden in the water has more potential to have positive results across the spectrum of marine life resulting in benefits for both the recreational and commercial communities. We believe we are just seeing the beginnings of potential long-term benefits of menhaden management.

In the interim, we support ISSUE 2.6 REFERENCE POINTS – OPTION E: “BERP Workgroup Continues to Develop Menhaden-Specific ERPs with Interim use of 75% Target, 40% Threshold.” Menhaden from this point forward should not be managed as a single-species, even before full implementation of Amendment 3.

We also support a cap on the Chesapeake Bay allotment. We support Option B which sets the cap at 51,000 metric tons, an approximation of the five-year average of reduction harvest from the Chesapeake Bay between 2012 and 2016. It’s important to close the loophole which allows Omega a virtually unlimited take of an essential resource in a critical area.

The Brooklyn Urban Anglers Association is a group of dedicated citizens who fish all of New York City’s waters, from Prospect Park and the East River, to the Rockaways and the upper Hudson. We were established in 2009 with the vision of expanding awareness of New York City’s fishing history, the life found in its waterways, and the benefits of responsible conservation and clean rivers. Please consider the impacts of your decisions regarding Amendment 3.


Brooklyn Urban Anglers Association


The Fall Run is On

For some of us anyway. I got into some rats this weekend; I took a couple pics to prove I actually caught a fish, but it was nothing worth writing much about. Still it was a start, and just look at this water!



You guys have probably heard of Elias Vaisberg by now. He’s a kayak guide who lives in Brooklyn and fishes all over the NY area. The guy gets into fish for sure. They do pretty well drifting eels out by the Statue of Liberty and I’d say he’s really in the New York Harbor, but I guess he could make an argument he’s in the “East River.” And Zombie fish? Not really sure how he managed to catch fish that were so badly damaged in that video. I’ve caught a lot of fish out of the East River and haven’t seen a fish with its gill plate torn off like that, or anything like he has in the video, but I guess he has. Weird.

We need some action on menhaden tomorrow. Post on that coming up tonight / tomorrow!




Technically it was already Sunday by the time I got back to Brooklyn. 3AM to be exact. I had just driven back from my parents’ house in Delaware after being humiliated after my grandmother’s 90th birthday at a 1987 version of Trivial Pursuit, a victim of such vexing quandaries as “What sound does a hiccup make?” and “How many cylinders does a V8 fire?”. I could hardly believe I was reading these questions off to my all-female team of opponents. I have to admit I missed an easy one on Shakespeare, but, I mean, come on.

The boat was leaving in four hours. I still had to gear up, make some food, toss a bunch of crap in a bag and wake up in two and a half. I left the light on and set two alarms. At 545AM I woke up to the second one, having no memory of the first ever going off. I managed to drag my ass out of bed and put my contact lenses in the wrong eyes, right before my friend Heather showed up at my door. We loaded up my car and headed for Sheepshead Bay for the Ocean Eagle V.

About 20 minutes later I pulled off the Belt Parkway to see Scott Behr’s truck plowing through a giant puddle. He pulled off and in front of him was Alex A.’s Subaru Outback, newly lifted and very much jealousy-inducing (for me—really gotta get those CELs figured out to move on to bigger and better things with my Forester). We stopped at the bodega across from the Ocean Eagle to buy some beer, but Important to Note: They will not sell you beer on a Sunday before 0800. What kind of savages did they think we were?

Aboard the boat we had a good crew already cooking. Altay and Robin came in from the city, Alex M. from Bay Ridge, Scott and his son Chase, Alex A., a new fishing buddy I met this winter talking fishing and Subarus at the ranger station at Floyd Bennett Field, my friend Heather—a newbie to fishing; and myself, a terrible fisherman. For some reason there was a guy backstroking through Sheepshead Bay when we boarded. At 0700 we were off!

Captain Greg was prepared to put us on fish. I was severely underprepared. I had a couple rods, one I set up Skinner-fluke style, and the other for porgies, which were on the menu today. However I had no porgy rigs. I had some hooks and a couple peanut butter sandwiches. Alex hooked me up with a high-low porgy rig and I promised to try not to lose it. After some early queasiness by Chase and myself—honestly I don’t know what I was doing on a boat or any other vehicle I myself wasn’t driving since in my old age I seen to get motion sickness all the time—the fishing was on! And it was a porgy massacre! The pics (by Alex M., Scott, and me) will tell the story of 150 porgies.


Chase, Altay, Alex A., and Robin about to crush some fish.


Scott and Altay. These guys cleaned up on the porgies.



Alex had the first double-header of the day. This guy probably caught like 50 fish on Sunday. Plus he’s a stand-up dude. I forgot to ask him how Iron Maiden was the night before. I know he was there.


Chase wasn’t feeling that great early on, so Scott took both rods on and was double-fisting catching fish.


Then he walked out of the galley and cleaned up on a double-header of his own. This dude was the most popular guy on the boat.


Casualties of the party boat scene. I’ll chalk it up to a language barrier, but there were a couple times I was about to get salty with that guy in the Yankees hat. He caught a ton of fish though.


Heather muscling up a giant porgy. Or maybe it was two of them. Her first party boat experience wasn’t successful, but she cleaned up on this one. Next time, she’s gotta unhook her own fish, haha.


I caught a fish.


Alex caught this fat triggerfish.


Which at the end of the trip resulted in a pool win!


Altay and Robin’s cooler was literally stuffed with fish. They probably caught well over 60 fish between the two of them, with a couple sea bass thrown in. If we do another derby these two are gonna crush us all.


Alex with his brand new rod and reel. It was a hell of a morning to break this one in. Let the record show that Alex is immune to the curse of the new rod and reel. He caught like 50 fish on his own and won the boat pool with that triggerfish. I might need him to break the skunk off a couple new fishing rods for me.


Just a small sampling of his haul for the day.


Scott and Chase kicked a bunch of porgy butt too. Look at this haul!


A good crew. You shoulda been there!

Join us next time!



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This Sunday we’re doing a drinkin’ and fishin’ meetup on the Ocean Eagle V out of Sheepshead Bay. We’re aiming to put some work on some porgy, fluke, and black sea bass, as well as some mahi, cobia, tarpon, snakehead, and great white shark. Everyone is welcome and you don’t need to bring your own gear (boat provides), but it’s a good idea to pack some food and drinks. Also, it’s BYOB. It’s a full-day trip from 7am-3pm. Get tickets online here (recommended) and get your ass to the boat!




Tonight I’m going to be on a panel of speakers at the Brooklyn Historical Society for an event on fishing in Brooklyn. The official title is “Gone Fishin’: Brooklyn’s Favorite, Forgotten Pastime”. It will mainly be a loose, informal discussion on fishing, water quality, some history, and mostly fish stories. Panelists include Sean Dixon, a lawyer for Hudson Riverkeeper—a group that played an important role in starting the wildlife conservation movement in the 70s with the Storm King lawsuit up river and the West Way project on the Manhattan waterfront in the 1980s. Also speaking is John Malizia of the Staten Island Tuna Club, and also, for some reason, me. It should be interesting. It’s happening at 630 tonight at the Brooklyn Historical Society, 128 Pierrepont St. in the gorgeous main hall. It might be worth it just to check out the building.

I’ve hit a few tides with a little luck lately. All I really have to show for it is this weakfish I got on a Stick Shad, for which I got absolutely D-E-molished by mosquitoes in the parking lot. But it was pretty cool to catch a weakie since I haven’t caught one myself in over 20 years when they were pretty common in the Indian River Inlet down in Delaware. I have barely seen them since.


I also had a chance to catch up with Ben, who is splitting his time between Greenpoint, the Rockaways, and whatever project he has going on rebuilding barns and neglected farm properties into incredible restorations at which you’d probably want to spend a weekend in some kind of romantic tryst. Maybe not with Ben, though.

Here’s where he lives, like Riggs from Lethal Weapon:


And here’s his little Whaler that’s stuffed with rods and gas cans. It’s tight but it’s a good ride for Jamaica Bay.



We headed out around dusk. Around the corner from a sandbar we sat around drinking a beer and searching the water when we heard a sound I haven’t heard before. Think of a large sheet of construction-weight plastic snapping in high winds, or more exotically, a Terminator-esque inter-dimensional break in time and space preceded by lightning. We turned around to see a huge water funnel behind us, technically a tornado, moving in our direction. We had enough time to ask, “Should we move the boat?” before it dissipated.

We fished for a couple hours around JFK and I lost my only fish because I apparently don’t know how to tie a proper knot. Still annoyed at myself for that, but that’s a lesson learned. We motored back to the marina fish-less, but Ben’s set up is prime territory to throw a fresh fish on the grill directly off the boat. We spent some time catching up and drinking a few beers on his house boat (remember the other one sank because of some bad AirBnB guests) and it was a pretty good time.


On July 3 I went down to the Greenpoint waterfront to check out the unrelenting construction and see if there was anything interesting to sneak into, but I came across this as perhaps a final epitaph to those early days of the BKUAA fishing derby.


Come out tonight if you can make it!