I’ve always had a thing for islands. I fished five islands in the North-east, by boat and from shore, for so many years that I consider them home waters. Most of the large stripers I’ve taken have come off four of those islands, which are swept daily by strong currents, cool waters and plenty of food.
The fifth one, which once held small fish, has vanished, its shifting sand eroded by current and winter storms. Sea level rise certainly would have claimed this beach grass-covered sandbar in time, but it already lies beneath the waters. No longer an island; now a shoal.
