New-York tribune., 1910-09-04


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Some thousands of summer resorts from
Labrador to the Strait of Magellan. claim
unsurpassed fishing among their attractions
They cannot possibly all be right 1t so hap
pens that one which is really entitled to make
sucn ooaSt does not advertise Yet that
Is Haroiy strange, after ALL for New York City
10 often called the greatest summer resort in
the world" and afford to let her hot
weather guests search out some of her pleasures
for themselves.
Even many New Workers. do not know that
the best fishing grounds on the shores of the
Atlantic lie at the gate of their own harbor
rive great shoals stretch from Sandy Hook
along the Jersey coast. as far as Asburv Park
ana mere the waters fairly swarm with 4Y1ut-
ton hsh, tautos cod and score of their hum
oier felatlVes' and occasionally a shark, por-
polse or whale In fact the submarine popula-
ton Of the banks is more congested than the
East Side ever was. And there are phiIan-
thropists in plenty who endeavor to relieve the
congestion 1t has been estimated that on a
fairly calm Sunday close to ten thousand fish
ermen go out to the banks. and when they come
back the underwater population has been
thInned out at the rate of twelve pounds of
fish to the man.
The fleet on the fishing grounds often num-
pers hundreds of craft. There are sailboats
motor boats and even few rowboats Several
fishing clubs in and near New York have large
gasolene launches expressly to take their men,
bers out to the banks. Besides all these. five
iron steamboats, make daily business of car
rying fishermen at much a head sailing
every morning from their piers in Manhattan
There may be better ways of forgetting the
world and its troubles than by boarding one
of these craft for a day on the banks, but there
is no other that is SO sure TO work. Those III
charge nave lines all ready for you, and the bait
is aboard The rope goes off the pier with a
splash, and you sail away from the rut-scarred
world OF everyday, away from the street where
the Office is, from piano players and defective
plumbing. from the harbor and the ferryboats
and the overworked tugs and the plaster tow
ers of Coney Island and the whole everlasting
American continent, out on the great sea, where
the swell does what it pleases with you and
your little steamer and the land is only line
on the horizon.
And the land. down, is soon forgotten.
Out there you could not see or hear anything
that did not smack of the ocean, if you tried.
None of your companions will remind you that
you have away from daily grind They
NAV have been the meekest of desk slaves be-
fore they up the little steamers plank.
but once aboard they sailors and fishermen.
all every last Jack of them
Inc really dHidAiiiS part u NiiiS '-'iAAA'o
cursion iS-you catch fish. If you are furnlshed
with a hand line you take your place on tha
lower deck: if you have rod you stand deck
higher 1t makes little difference, however:
the tautog will bite anything it can get its
Jaws on When there is nothing else to keep
you busy, your time is well taken unsnarling
your line from your neghbors and soothing hi:
feelings.
The day races by. Before you know it the
late sunlight is striking almost level into the
great rollers, touching their tops with a fresher
crisper green The engines start again. the
white water crunches on the bow and the little
steamer turns again toward the land. In
hour she is at her dock again, and it is all
over Only you are hungrier when you get
home-good and hungry. And then how did
YOU ever forget you liked fried fish SO WE'LL
anyway?