You know, there is a big difference between white water driven by wind, one driven by swells, one that shows itself every few minutes, to the one that shows itself every few seconds. There is white water that does not do a darn thing but aggravate me (like the chop we get on the west wind). There are winds that are good, the winds that are ok, the winds that are bad and some are plain nasty. What I am trying to say, not all white water is created equal. Sometimes when you are targeting fish in current, the white water can be annoyance. Other times it helps put the fish on the feed, even if you are fishing the current. I remember one particular hater walking around saying why am I advocating fishing white water when most of the winds in the fall are out of north which kill any white water we have?

Should you stay home when the wind is in your back a learn how to knit? Of course not. Neither should you always fish the white water when you can.

Example, hard NW and you are in Montauk…where are you going? Probably like 99% of others to Shagwong or North/False bar. Where did the other 1% went? To cast eels a country mile , and swim to the rocks they almost never can because the water is rough…Where? On the south side. And they catch a shit load of big fish. I was never a believer that white water is your high percentage shot for big fish anyway? Lots of fish? Sure. Big fish? For my money, give me glass flat conditions and an eel. And on a hard NW you are rarely fishing white water although you are fishing into wind. Because those winds generally do not build water up. It’s more of a chop. That is where diagonal winds came in. NW is one, that crates a sweep on the north shore of LI.

Like anything else, you have to know how to fish under any conditions. And as much as it is pains me to say, this only comes through the experienced. The white water, when conditions are primed and its driven by the wind can work in your favor just like that rip that forms on the last half of outgoing in your favorite spot. Except that rip is predictable based on tide, its back every night, sometimes faster, sometimes slower but “good” white water is depended on the winds.

I can go on and on about white water and current, and I promise you I will once I come up for air but right now I am running on fumes.

Here are few things that worked for me, take them for what they are, one man’s opinion

White water created by diagonal winds, for example on LI , se, sw, ne, nw are much better that pure winds like north or south . I won’t even get into west winds which I am not a fan of or east but east winds can create good white water although sweep can make it hard to present plug properly.

Never, ever cast your plug in front of a folding wave. If you got white water, most often you will have good wind velocity along with it. That means shorter casts. If your plug ,yes, even a bucktail, lands in front of a folding wave, by the time you get in touch with your lure it will be nowhere near where you cast it.

Except the fact that fish feed in the back of the wave. I have some videos clips that I can hopefully show you soon. Cast your lure to land on the back side or the top of cresting wave. If you are only targeting white water and bass are feeding in short burst only when there is white water, or you fishing big sets of water in very otherwise shallow area, you MUST work your plug to perfection. Meaning accurate placement of a lure behind the wave is critical. Especially in rocks. If you are doing this on sand, you have more latitude. In any event, pay attention on you cast

White water driven by wind= good

White water driven by swells (hurricane)= not so good

White water plug that works for me under any conditions, bucktail, bucktail, bucktail and a bucktail. Metal lip swimmers and poppers depending on makeup of waves. If you got a good “period”  between waves, then yes. If waves are stacked up on the reef and crash every  few seconds, then no, those plugs become hard to work to take advantage of conditions. Bottle plugs, particularly Super strike can be good as can needlefish.

On the end of the day, the only important thing is that you take advantage of conditions in front of you. Don’t argue with a fish that won’t eat your plugs, give them what they want. They might have small brains but under water, they are smarter than you and I…don’t argue with the this fish !

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Decline blamed on weather; no catch restrictions planned

So I got dressed again and walked to water’s edge. In two hours the place has gone under a transformation. Yeah, if you are a casual observer, you might think that the whole reef is still white, the waves are still crashing, nothing changed. But if you are a surfcaster you would notice that the waves got a bit bigger, a bit nastier and the wind is picking up in intensity too.

I scanned the reef for a place that looked promising. I decided that a little hole where fly fisherman was working this morning would be a good place to start. Twenty minutes without a hit told me that I am in the wrong place on the reef. How did I know the fish have not moved off? Well, for one, few guys that were fishing the corner were hooking up on almost every cast.

I decided to work my way across the reef. There were two rocks in the corner I wanted to go . One had two anglers on it and it was about 10 yards to the east of the unoccupied rock. It was in about chest high water but when the swell came it was more like ten feet of water. But I decided to take a shot at it.

Let’s just say that the waves beat the crap out of me, tumbled me twice on my head, my waders were full of water but eventually I decided, fuck it, I am already soaked and pushed forward. When I got on the rock and fired off a cast I realized that I was in trouble as soon as I hooked up. My fish ran like crazy westward with the sweep. Which was fine but what was not fine was that the two fellows fishing ten yards east of me had both of their fish running westward too. Every fish they caught wrapped themselves around my feet to the point I was doing an Irish Jig on the rock. Finally one of them said ” I don’t think this is going to work out”.

I said, no need for another word, you were here first and I am in your way so I will back off to a rock behind and to the side of them. If you think I took a beating getting on the rock, you can only imagine the abuse I took getting off! I spent more time floating on my belly or sitting on my ass then walking. I ripped my waders by banging my knee on the rock, I almost busted my CTS and my zb reel will never be mistaken for being new again. But eventually I got to another rock and recomposed myself. The water was absolutely spectacular. BIG sets of white water would crash twenty yards away and then sweep towards the shore. The fellows on the rock adjacent to one I left must have landed 50 fish in an hour and half I was there. It was literally every single cast.  I did my share of damage with bucktail but what I really wanted was a keeper to bring home. The plan was to catch one, filet it in the lower lot and bring it to Wok and Roll in town to cook it sesame style. Then jump in the truck and make it home before my little angel gets out from the class. …but I was running out of time. The latest I could leave here was about 11 30 taking in account walking back to truck, filleting the fish, driving to town, 20 minutes to cook and 2 hours drive home…mind you this is the fish I have not caught yet…lmao

If you never caught fish in the oxygenated white water, I can’t describe to you how do they fight other than to tell you is that you are fighting a fish that you would think its a 30 until you landed the damn thing and it’s an 8 pound bass.

The next cast I hooked the fish that was running like a freight train. But they all ran like that. The difference was, when I tried to turn this one away from the boulder it proved to be much harder. Maybe I am tired I told myself. But once I got the fish on the rock I realized that this might be the best fish of the morning. But first I have to unhook it. This fish took a bucktail past the gills, all the way into a throat. At 15 pounds , the mouth is not big enough for me to stick my whole arm in there and I am getting pounded on the rock. It’s one thing when you are casting and paying attention to waves, different when you are trying to unhook the fish. I finally got my dehooker down in the throat around the hook shank. Usually you press down and hook pops but this hook is imbedded in real soft meat. I yanked on the hook upwards and all the guts started to come up. I said “this is it, you are coming home with me.” I left the fish hooked, grabbed it by its gills and jumped off the rock.

Once I got on shore I managed to get my hands into gills and pull out the hook. I filleted the fish at the lot, changed all my clothes as they were soaked and speed to Wok and Roll in town.

Twenty minutes later I was on the way to make a surprise visit to my wife and kids who were not expecting me. They all thought that the sesame striper was the best fish they ever ate. I was so hungry I ate waaaaay to much that night…something that I will pay the price for the next day driving back out east

stay tuned

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I need to take a break from writting to catch up on life..so we are going to do some other stuff

First, two winners of Montauk Saltwater Tackle Bucktail set giveaway, courtesy of http://www.montauksaltwatertackle.com/ are

RCARPENTER@HUNTINGTONHONDACARS.COM

AND

wetflyguy@comcast.net

Both of you please email me your shipping address so I can forward it to Bruce from Montauk Saltwater Tackle. Check their whole line at http://www.montauksaltwatertackle.com/

Number 2..finaly, finally, after all that crap with godday.com last 6 months, with blog crashing for no reason, to not being able to load, I am happy to say that the blog and magazine have been moved to a new server. Don’t ask me how and what, I am not smart enough to answer this…You will see the new magazine platform starting with November issue. It will take us awhile to convert all issues to new platform so be patient. As with anything new, it will take some time getting used to. It’s the single biggest investment we ever made, so just give us some time to see all it can do. I can promise you exclusive videos imbedded into the magazine going forward so you won’t have to go to YouTube to watch them. I can also envision an animated ads in the future and for the first time, you won’t have to go to another site to view it on your Ipad or Iphone.

So grab a cup of coffee or crack a cold oneand chill out listening to Crazy One share his secrets

Part I…PART II AND III coming up soon

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We was I ? Oh, yeah, making the first cast of the fall. Man, that did feel great. I woke up in the parking lot a bit sore so I told myself to take it easy..unless you run into the fish again. By the morning the north east winds were whipping the seas in the frenzy of white foam and waves. Unlike last night, the whole reef was cover in the white foam but the waves were still building. By tomorrow morning they will reach their crescendo but the place was already rocking. Those who knew or thought that they knew what northeast winds can do , they were here or on their way, the rest I am sure at work cursing their luck. Don’t care what anyone says, the 7/11 is the best thing that happened to MTK since they made it a state park. Every night I fill my thermos with coffee and when I get up in my truck, I sip on a hot, delicious (of course, at that time, hot mud would feel delicious) coffee, waiting for the nature’s call. Because I don’t go anywhere before that….ever. Been fooled to many times.

I ran over the north side where Ryan Smith from RM Smith Lures and some of his friends where lined up with the rest of the north side crew. It’s funny, as much as we say that we will go wherever the fish are ,most of us are creatures of habit, you can find us at our “usual” spots most of the time. I took some shots as the sun came up and then drove away and parked on the south side. I did not bothered to look what the water looked like. I knew it was good and getting better.

I suited up and walked down the hill. In spot I wanted to fish I found two fly casters. Not only that but I counted 7 more spread along the reel. Holy crap, I give those dudes credit ,to be able to cast in that wind! Time for change in plans, as I was late. I was not going to muscle in amongst the fly crowd. The fellows in the spot I wanted to fish were Mike Oliver and his buddy, recently arrived on their annual trip from United Kingdom. Like I said, I had no interest in getting a fly imbedded in my face and I needed more room than usual to do a sidearm cast.

As I surveyed for any good rocks from which I could get my small bucktail into white water I spotted one as the wave was receding. Can I really get on that one without getting killed? I realized that tide was dropping and if I can hold the rock now, I could probably stay on for few hours. Getting on it was a little easier than I thought if you discount the dozen or so times I tripped on the rocks and fell on my ass. But finally I was standing on the top of the rock, looking at this big wall of white water coming at me. Fortunately, with low tide approaching the wave would break few feet in front of me.

From this rock I could probably reach water slightly deeper than yesterday and when you are account for bigger waves, I could probably get away with a 1 ounce bucktail. I find it fascinating when people say “you need a 1 1/2 bucktail in mtk, that is the standard”!. Yeah, maybe under the light but not many other places. Conditions, not what you have at the time, not what you want to toss, not what your buddy told you, not what you read on the net, always ,always dictate what lure to use.

The problem was that when the water receded I was looking at about half dozen big boulders sticking out of the water. And I knew if I did not timed my cast, I will be digging bottom all morning. Yeah, many have come over the years and told me that the “white water” thing changed their whole perspective on surf fishing. And I am sure many are saying that it’s just bullshit. It does not bother me which way you are leaning, all I can tell you is what works for me. Even that morning, with all that white water, when I miscast and cast in between the sets (of waves)  I drew a blank.

Anyway, after deciding on the one ounce bucktail and 240s pork rind I made a test “cast” by flinging the bucktail sideways just above the wave. This not only saved my elbow from pain but it kept the bucktail under the wind, cutting down on the useless loop of line I would have to retrieve by casting overhand. Was the one ounce the right size? It must of have been because I hooked up on a first cast and twenty times afterwards.

The fish were so amped up, so crazy aggressive that they ran with a sweep striping a line from ZeeBaaS with ease. Yet when you landed them you’d say “This is it? You are not even ten pounds!”. All you needed was to place a bucktail in the proper part of the wave and you were hooked up. I looked around and seen fly casters were in, my buddy Vinnie  who ran from Nassau that morning was bailing them as was legendary Joe Bragan and few other guys.

After fish number twenty, the tide was almost all the way down if I remember. Whatever it was, the action lightened up. I really wanted to catch more fish than the day before but I was content with what I got. The only thing that bothered me was that I did not keep a fish. I wanted to surprised my wife by coming home in the afternoon and picking my daughter from school at 3. I wanted to help her with a full plate of religion classes, doctor, therapy and God knows what else the poor woman had to do alone while I was gone. And I wanted to bring one fish to Wok and Roll in town to make it Sesame striped bass and bring it home for dinner. But fish got smaller, I got antsy and I ran back to the car, unsuited and grabbed the camera. After all, the only way I could sell this trip to my wife was that it was “work”. Which you might find to be funny but after I explain one day what exactly I was doing there for a week, you’ll understand.

Anyway, I ran back to north side with the camera but the rain chased just about everyone away…and lack of fish. Oh crap, now what ? There was nothing to film and I knew there won’t be anyone under the light at the bottom of the tide. It was 10 AM and I drove back to south side and just shooting bull with Ryan Smith and his friends. Now I was debating what to do. Try again and maybe get a keeper for home? Go home empty handed? Go to lot and rest the elbow? I could have done any of those things.

My friend Vinnie walks up to path and says” I got to go but get yout butt down there, they are banging them again “…hmmm, socialize, or fish alone and get my ass kicked? Not even close. Remember that my wife calls me the most anti-social mammal she ever met…haha

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I am back, somewhat grudgingly and somewhat gladly. Sleeping in the truck for five nights in the row will certainly make you appreciate things in life you generally take for granted. Like your toilet, that waits for you in the middle of a night. A house that does not rock like a cradle in a gale northwest wind..and few other things. Lots of things happened, mostly good and since some of you seem to like my stories full of Zenoisam, written in pure Cringlish (Croatian English for those of you who are not in the know), I will oblige, but it will take time

Last night nw gale deposited sand in every part of my body that wasn’t covered and some that were covered too. For Christ sake, my ears are still full of fine sand particles. But we’ll get to that, the big fish, the crazy night, the days and days and days with no fish…and days with a lot of fish

One thing we don’t do here at SJ is reports. I am sure some of you would appreciate them, and it might help you but this sport and reports never went hand in hand. So I might give you what happen a week ago, what happen when the heave was on after the heave subsides and bite shuts down. But I can’t give you what is going on today. It’s just not fair to those who found the bite. I hope you understand…but SJ was never a site for reports

Anyway, thanks to so many of you who stopped me just to tell me how much you love SJ and what we do. You might think it gets old but it really does not. We can’t get enough of it. If offsets some of the hate mail I get..As Tommy eloquently puts it , I am a ” Hater Magnet” ..haha

I been working on a project out east for past few weekends. This week I had some time off so I extended the trip. What I did was a lot of watching trough the viewfinder. My elbow was not getting better and I was not going to take any chances till I spoke to the Doctor. This was the first time in 24 years that I asked my wife to call a doctor and make an appointment. Usually she drags me kicking and screaming like a little child. Hey, where I come from you do not go to doctor unless there is evident blood, lots of it preferably..after all, the only Doctor we had when I was growing up was the same dude who gave our pig injections ,,,yup, a veterinarian. Bring on  the jokes..

But Doctor said cast underhand, but I failed to understand how would I do this with 11 foot rod. However I did figure something else out but more on it latter. The days are a blur, all I know is that I spent about 10 days in Montauk with camera and never made one cast over the past month. Columbus Day weekend was a Crazy zoo but then fishing took a BIG nosedive and the lot cleared on Sunday. And on Monday? Like a ghost town. Must be all that hard 20 to 30 NE winds they were calling for? After all, who wants to fish into that wind?

By Monday evening there wasn’t more than ten trucks in the lot. The noreast wind was starting to build, water started to churn , albeit slowly at first. I descended down to south side with camera. There was a dude tossing a fly rod in that wind believe it or not. About 20 yards ahead of him waves would lift about 6 to 7 feet and if you used a zoom lens it would appear they would collapse on him. While I was screwing around recording him he hooked up…then again, then again, then again

You got to be kidding me. The dude did not even  cast. He had something like 10 yards of fly line in front of him, he’d flip this in to the white water, strip, strip, strip and he was on ! It was beautiful to watch but I said to myself, maybe I should try a 1/2 ounce bucktail next to him? Just kind of “fling it sideways”?..

How much can it hurt ? 1/2 ounce?

There were only few guys fishing, maybe 5 or so. I decided to get suited up for the first time almost since Labor Day. I looked at my Commando Bag and though just how stupid I felt. There was no way I was going to toss anything but a bucktail. There was no need for it, there was no way you could really work many plugs in that wash machine anyway. But I did not have a dedicated “Bucktail bag” in which I could carry only bucktails and pork rind. I made a mental note to buy one this winter.

I walked onto the reef and made a small talk with fly fishing guru that was still hammering fish. If for no other reason then because I was going to mug his ass in a second. Ok, not really, but still, I make a point of making small talk when I fish close to other guys. This did not help me the next day when I get chased of the rock but even then, there was a valid reason for that…we’ll get to that.

Instead of making an overhand cast were I would have a huge loop of dead line to contend with, I fired off a sideway cast into the wind, just barely clipping the wave as it was cresting. More on white water coming up too…

You know how far can you cast a 1/2 ounce bucktail with a 11 foot rod into a gusty ne wind while standing in the water knee deep?..not far. It did not matter. I made sure that my line was on my ZeeBaaS roller BEFORE the bucktail  hit the water to eliminate any slack since I am literally fishing a foot or two of water. I lifted my bucktail, lowered my tip, lifted again and BAM…my rod doubled over.

I am going to expand on amped up fish in white water, crazy sweep, bucktails and pork rind but what shocked me most this evening was the size of the fish. I had twenty (yes count my fish for my own reasons, Thank you Uncle Vito) stripers by dusk up to nineteen or twenty pounds. I just could not believe that fish were that big. Usually six to ten pounds with occasional keeper is the norm but not this evening. I retired to my truck early, petrified that those twenty fish did a lot of damage to my elbow. But I could not help myself, I was like a kid that was let out into candy store once again with a Black Amex card with your name on it. The white water did not just amped up the fish, my adrenaline was running. It’s been weeks since I touched the rod and now this, almost fish on every cast and very few guys around. I slept like a baby that night and prayed to God while I crawled into my sleeping bag that it does not punish me with more pain so I can try it tomorrow again…even thou I knew that after that, even if I was in pain, I was going to get my big ,fat ass on that rock in the morning. It was good to be back..and the white water did not even start to get fish jacked up…overnight, the whole thing changed, the whole place changed, even the manner in which the fish fought

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First 150 people who sign up on our blog or Saltwaters Tackle (combined) will recive a free tshirt on the weekend of the contest.

Just click on the contest poster or HERE for rules

Good luck to all

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I wanted to apologize for being MIA but I will be for awhile. Popping in and out as my project allows. I am here is sprit 🙂 cheering you on with a bad elbow. However, I did made a first cast of the fall yesterday evening…and had a f***in ball doing it. I managed over fifty bass (yes, Vito thought me how to count…ha). There is nothing like fishing in big ,nasty water with high winds and a 3/4 ounce bucktail . Stripers on steroids!.. I just hope I can continue even if its just casting small bucktails.

Winner of Zambrotta book Surfcasting Around the Block is pcontino@granitenet.com

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btw, thanks to all of you who stopped me in Montauk and expressed your appreciation for SJ Mag and Blog. We appreciate it. Shout out to Adam for sharing a tide last night and Mike Oliver from UK, pleasure to finally meet you Chum…and yeah, you don’t see RM Smith prowling Montauk beaches often…lmao

Speaking of Bucktail, we are going to have a special giveaway today, Montauk Saltwater Tackle at  http://www.montauksaltwatertackle.com/. Check them out

Bruce from Montauk Saltwater Tackle is offering two winners a set of three bucktails and decal 1oz,1.5oz,2oz.

Good luck to all

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Before someone tells me I should get off my high horse, think where I am coming from

Few years ago I would have jumped into any blitz head first. No questions asked, I would find a room to squeeze in somewhere. Even today, it’s hard to stand there with a camera while everyone has the huge grins on their faces. And I am also aware that we all have to start somewhere. Hell, a lot of times when I talk to Montauk Regulars I still feel like a complete novice. So, it’s not like I am sneering dude looking down on masses. But some of the crap that I’ve seen yesterday is disturbing.

Maybe its because I always fished the blitz, I never watched it trough the viewfinder on a camera. I’ve seen a ton of guys under the Lighthouse with no jackets. With no belts, with no gear whatsoever. I’ve seen a guy take a hook in hand and not one guy had a pliers to give him to try and pull the hook out. I’ve seen people sit on rocks and wait..and as soon as the guy hooks up, as soon as his pumps his fish once, ten bucktails are flying in the water around him. And when he lands his fish, 6 bucktails are wrapped around the tip. I’ve seen guys who patiently wait under the light on lower rocks lose their cool..as all the morons above them chase after the fish and then cast over their heads. With no regards for safety or care in the world

One guy was asked ,  “how are you going to land a fish is you catch one”, as he stood on top of the lighthouse wall

His reply ?

“I have no idea, this is my first time here”

Damn, and to think that before I ever make a cast on a jetty I look for a spot to safely land a fish! I must be more of a chicken than I though.

And there dead fish…holy shit are there a ton of them! You got your freshly caught fish jumping around rocks , you got your freshly dead fish hanged on the fence, you got your freshly gutted fish, you got you whole rotting fish and you have you have your carcasses in different stage of decomposition ..and no lack of dudes carrying the fish trough the lot.
Nothing wrong with keeping fish to eat but to just give you an idea how many, corner lot was flooded from a hose at the cleaning station that was on for hours at the time.

And then there we snaggers…If you have never been a part of  a Montauk blitz on calm day with no white water and fishing feeding on small white bait, you probably will find this hard to believe…but you can throw any plug you want in the middle of a thousand fish boiling and not get a single one to hit. You will bounce it off their backs, hit them in the head twenty times on a single retrieve and never hook up. The sportsman in all of us accepts this as challenge, regardless how frustrating it can be

The Assholes amongst us are not content of trying to catch a fish, they just want to hook it. The reports from early in the week from multiple sources had guys casting weighted bunker snags into the school of stripers and snagging them

First of all, we can all agree that this is unsportsman like, second of all, this is ILLEGAL…I mean, seriously, this is disgusting. And then there were families with kids who all carried a fish to the lot, one per each and then came back for more.

All in all, I was very disappointed in what I’ve seen and suddenly the insistence of old-timers on leaving on Fridays before crowds arrive or just staying in their trucks on weekends is easier to understand. Like I said, maybe its because I was always the one in the blitz, never a one observing, that I am so surprised. But to think that someone would throw a bunker snag into a school of fish to me is insane.

No one likes to eat (or cook) more than I do and my kids love striped bass. And you know how I feel about keeping fish, if its legal, it’s your business, not mine.

But this is insane. Either some amongst us have lost their minds or we got another whole influx of surfcasters who could give a shit less about respecting a fellow surfcaster or the species….or the sport

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enjoy

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