A windy Raritan Bay.When: Tuesday, November 29th, from 12:30pm to 1pm
Where: Raritan Bay Waterfront Park in South Amboy
What: Casting metals
Weather: Windy and warm. Overcast, 58 degrees, SE wind at 15mph and gusting to 20mph
Barometric Pressure: 30.02in and falling
Moon: Waxing, 5 days after new
Water Conditions/Tide: Outgoing tide, high at 10:30am, water was cloudy
I've got to admit it's getting better, at work at least. Although I had some action over the long weekend, the fishing still leaves a bit to be desired.
I guess you can't have it all, but it never hurts to ask.
Today, "lucky Tuesday," was another successful day. After a morning meeting and a visit to a prospective customer who confirmed he will be signing-on this Friday, my travels took me to South Amboy to see a lawyer who handed me a bit of a disappointment last week.
This week would be different.
After seeing the door to his office was locked, I noticed him coming across the street. He reminded me that he had cancelled our appointment last week and said he may be able to meet next week. Not to be deterred, I asked him, "Well what are you doing....now?"
Upstairs we went, and I sealed the deal. I think he'll be very happy with what I put together.
After that, it was time to celebrate, and time for lunch. Seeing as I was a couple blocks away from the bay, I decided to stop-by the Waterfront Park before utilizing its lot to do some computer work.
I only had a medium-action rod in the trunk, but I also had my saltwater bag sitting in there from my tog trip on Saturday. I took out a small Ava-17 with a tube that I was hoping wouldn't stress the rod, and made my way to the sand. I could immediately see the white caps and feel the honking wind, but my small metal pierced through the teeth of the stiff southeasterly and I began to repeat the motion, hoping for a bass or bluefish to find my offering.
Off in the distance, I could see birds diving into the water; a telltale sign of baitfish and often the presence of larger predators working below. I pleaded silently for them to come within casting range of the beach, but to no avail. I gave it my 30 minutes and headed back to work.
A successful day on some fronts, but not all. Like I've said about sales and life: Fishing is a series of dull, often frustrating moments, punctuated by moments sublime.
At least I got a moment sublime from my job today.