While most people think of Long Island when they hear someone say, “The Island,”, I consider myself fortunate to have grown up here on the other island — Staten Island
What do you suppose it is that drives guys, especially the ones who know better, to take small craft out into really dangerous waters — places where they don’t belong?
The week leading up to the Grand Finale had been a good one. On Monday, I wore myself out catching big blues as they chased herring and peanut bunker on Long Island’s North Shore.
