On my first
upstream cast I got an immediate strike, and I was into a small bass. A
12-incher, silvery with purple-black stripes. I released it and proceeded to
catch five more, all small, all in front of the same upriver boulder.
Small stripers are
everywhere along the Hudson rocks in the summer (they begin to leave as cold
weather arrives). It's easiest to find them with a spinning rod. Just cast
along the rocks before and after high tide, retrieving with the current.
small stripers, I scarcely noticed the arrival of the two visitors. When I
turned and saw them, they were sitting in my raft in the grass, clutching
matching pints of no-name moonshine.
doin'?" I delicately inquired.
float around in this thing?" one of them asked.
"Yeah, do this
thing hold you up?" said the other.
"Well, for one
person it's all right, if you're careful. It can tip over, though, if you don't
know what you're doing." I was lying.
"I think we'll
take a ride in it," one of them said. "Where's your other oar?"
weren't uncommon on my Upper West Side beat, but this was the first time my
raft had been in jeopardy. Both men were bigger than I am, and although they
were obviously more than a little drunk, I knew I couldn't stop them if they
wanted to take a ride on the raft.
you, right now's not really the best time for a float on the river," I
said. "See that log? See how fast it's moving? The currents are really
dangerous now. In about an hour the tide will slow down and I'd be glad for you
to borrow the raft then. My name's John, and I come down here to fish the river
a lot. I've never seen you guys though. What are your names?"