Among all the Long Island Sound water quality data released recently showing the summer of 2012 to have been particularly bad, there were two data sets that indicated something slightly different.
The devastating impacts from Hurricane Sandy were felt far and wide across the Northeast. On the shores of Long Island Sound, the damage to homes, businesses and infrastructure is hard to miss. What’s not as easily seen is the toll inflicted on those who make their living on the water.
Like many fishermen, I’ve used menhaden, or “bunker,” as bait. It’s hard to believe, but when you’re holding one of these small, oily fish, you’re holding a big piece of history. Menhaden have had a major impact on the economy and ecology of our Atlantic coast for centuries, supporting a multimillion-dollar fishery and feeding marine […]
I admit to having felt a bit of both envy and nostalgia a month ago when I read my Save the Sound colleague Kierran Broatch’s account of catching blue crabs in the backwaters of the Connecticut River on his blog, The Connecticut Yankee.
The fall season is a great time of year for fishing in Long Island Sound. Along with targeting striped bass and bluefish that are bulking up for their annual migration south, anglers can ply the craggy bottom for a year-round resident synonymous with autumn fishing.
Last week, the New Haven Register wrote a story about dead menhaden littering the banks of the Quinnipiac River recently. While the cause of the die off of thousands of bunker fish in the Quinnipiac River is not yet known, there is a likely scenario—and it’s one that does not spell environmental doom.
This past Wednesday, elected officials representing 14 municipalities in Long Island formally established the Oyster Bay/Cold Spring Harbor Protection Committee. The signing of the Inter-Municipal Agreement codifies the relationship between the municipalities who have been working together since January 2010 at the recommendation of Friends of the Bay.
If you have spent time on Long Island Sound this summer, especially between Rye, New York and Old Saybrook, Connecticut, perhaps you’ve spotted black patches of water among a sea of blue. At closer inspection the dark, nervous water may have appeared moving or boiling with splashes. This is the scene I’ve been witnessing every […]
