Captain Bob Tuma, the last of the real “old timers”, died Saturday. He fished the 2007 season, but was diagnosed with
cancer that winter. Bob had flown a fighter plane off carrier decks in World War II, returned to go to college and had
fished steadily in Montauk ever since.
I got to go fishing this past week. A friends son couldn’t work for a couple of days, so I mated on a few half day trips.
We spent both trips mostly casting with spinning rods, and caught thousands of fish (or so it seemed), but it was pretty
frustrating. We would pull up alongside schools of bass so thick that I could’ve netted them, but every cast only
produced bluefish. The bass were fixated on bait only about a half inch long and didn’t want anything else. We did
manage to troll up some fish, but all had to be measured, and we only kept a couple. Last November the fishing was kind
of crappy, with only small fish around. Hopefully some better fish will move in soon.