worked the other way. I found that the striper, out of plain curiosity, would
move into the propeller's wake just to see what was going on. You could take
them with a short line."
As for his
technique of dashing in among the rocks, Mr. Scheer said he had learned that
the bass would move inshore in heavy surf and lie under the break of the
breakers waiting for the smaller fish.
is," he said, "the small fish tossed up in a breaker lose their sense
of direction. You can prove that by putting some small fish in a pail of water
and churning it up, not just stirring it, but turning the water over with your
hands. The fish get dizzy and stagger around. They do this in the breaker. The
striper knows that and so he's in close to shore waiting to grab them while
they are trying to get back their sense of direction."
think, Mr. Scheer," the investigator said, "that there are stripers at
Montauk right now?"
sniffed the air automatically. "Yes," he said, "they are there for
people with the guts to go after them."
Next day, at
noontime, the investigator sat on a stool in the Snack Bar at Tuma's Dock in
Montauk splashing catsup over a platter of hamburger and onions and home fries.
The fog was thickening outside and small craft warnings were up.
A fat man,
reeking beautifully of beer, slid onto a stool and pointed at the
investigator's attaché case, bulging with notes and papers.
"What are you
selling, Mac," he said. "Neckties?"
said the investigator. "I am conducting an investigation into the striped
bass. I am going out for stripers this afternoon with Captain Dick Scholz, the
skipper of the Lillian S. II."
"Are you out
of your mind?" demanded the fat man. It was clear now that he had been
fishing all morning with no luck.