THE HIT!
Carrying a camera has become as important to a fishing trip as rod, reel and tackle box. The photo's we take today are the memories of tomorrow. As an aging fisherman, photo-journalist, I have come to treasure the memories resulting from the many photo's, I've snapped over the past half-century. Recently, I discovered another box of slides in the basement and was astounded at the thoughts they triggered as I scanned them into the computer. That is the reason and the justification for this new blog. I thought it would be fun to share some of these long-ago fishing adventures. What better beginning than to relate the tale of the day when I captured the moment a big striper slammed a lure on the surface in the waters off Wiccapessett in Eastern Long Island Sound.
Carrying a camera has become as important to a fishing trip as rod, reel and tackle box. The photo's we take today are the memories of tomorrow. As an aging fisherman, photo-journalist, I have come to treasure the memories resulting from the many photo's, I've snapped over the past half-century. Recently, I discovered another box of slides in the basement and was astounded at the thoughts they triggered as I scanned them into the computer. That is the reason and the justification for this new blog. I thought it would be fun to share some of these long-ago fishing adventures. What better beginning than to relate the tale of the day when I captured the moment a big striper slammed a lure on the surface in the waters off Wiccapessett in Eastern Long Island Sound.
I think it was about 25 years back when my phone rang as I was watching TV after supper. It was Captain Greg Dubrule, then skipper of Seaweed Charters out of Noank. He was excited.
" Dick! Are you free tomorrow?", he asked. When I answered in the affirmative, he quickly told how there was a good bass bite happening and I should be at the dock by 3:30AM and if I wanted to bring somebody else, that was OK too. I turned to my son Todd, asked if he wanted to go fishing, got the nod and quickly answered that we would be there.
We arrived on time, and headed out in the dark to first fish some live eels at a couple of Greg's favorite spots. WE came up empty, but Greg wasn't discouraged. Day was breaking and the skipper had plenty of possibilities. As darkness turned to light, he eased his boat between a couple of huge boulders, just visible beneath the surface. The current was strong and he handed Todd a heavy-duty spinning rig, big enough to toss a bright red Reverse Atom. He pointed to a spot about a hundred feet away, where a tidal rip emphasized the appearnce of another big rock just beneath the surface.
"Drop your plug right next to that boulder", he instructed. Todd made a perfect cast, landing the big plug a foot from the rck. "Give it a splash", said Greg as Todd leaned into the rod, making the big plug gurgle. That's when the fish hit. I was lucky enough to have my camera trained on the lure and caught the fish as it grabbed the big Atom plug.
We enjoyed a fantastic day of striper fishing, thanks to Captain Greg.Catching the photo at the exact moment the fish hit was a bonus. - DWA
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