|09-05-2001 10:20 PM|
A very fine line (much thinner than the skin of a balloon) separates devious from resourceful...Or maybe you just had alot on your mind...like MORE FISHING!
John, I've got an idea...you wear a paper bag over your head (The Unknown Fisherman) and you can wear the waders and no one will have a clue! Even better...I hear the Norwegians are working on a clear neopreme like "dip"...lasts a few days. Keeps you warm and dry and then you peel it off...perfect for a weekend and no one will accuse you of being a sissy boy wader wearer!
|09-05-2001 08:36 PM|
|striblue||I will be down this weekend... unplanned .My wife thinks I left my lap top down there on purpose so I would have to go down... now... why would she think that. I am not that devious. Pete, the next wekend will be both days.|
|09-05-2001 06:28 PM|
I got to spend a night at the hallowed CAC and the proprietor could not have been more gracious (well, maybe a little...) It was getting late and we had plans for an early attack...I got up to answer nature and passed by StrideRights' bedroom door which was not quite secure...and there's John, to my shock and suprise all decked out in his "secret closet outfit".
WADERS!...It's OK John...We love ya and respect ya...and just because you break down and wear waders out in public you will still have our heartfelt admiration and you will still be the IRON MAN that you are...Perhaps a some weaker IronAlloyMan would be closer to the truth...(kidding....kidding)
I'm a prisoner this weekend but if you're in town 15/16Sept
LET'S GO FISHING!
The Katzenjammer kidz (AKA Mark&Mike) had quite a day and knocked over a big barrel of enthusiasm...then they rolled around in it...Way to go!...LIFE IS GOOD!
|09-04-2001 03:59 PM|
|doogue||****PLEASE IGNORE THIS POST****|
|09-04-2001 12:53 PM|
I was in EMS last Thursday. 20% off on the Pungo's.
|09-03-2001 09:50 PM|
Sooooooo, you kids went fishing this weekend ......
Guess my sojurn doing the inverted paddle in a yak had something to do with the fact I didn't go. Did you think I couldn't hold my breath long enough to paddle to that special place on Nauset too?
Help Pete... Guess I'm headed for one of those senior friendly craft that you and Fred are sporting this season. Definetely will make a purchase at one of those off season sales this fall or winter. Got your messages. Sorry we didn't reply. Spent the weekend on the water in N.H.. Thanks for lending me the fly last week. Made a few up and tried them on the local bronze-back population. Didn't catch squat. Juro's deep sandeel isn't all it's cracked up to be. Guess I had better add a second fly to my arsenal. The boys enjoyed your company.
|09-03-2001 09:15 PM|
Ahhh, in two weeks? I will try to free up some time.
I hope that I can do it.
|09-03-2001 09:05 PM|
|striblue||I passed on going to North Monomoy with Juro, et al.. but the weekend was great... Had company with Bob Pink, Grego and Juro one night and Pete Grey the other. Chris and his brother stopped by for a while and was sworn into CAC. The Light House was slow except for today. French Pete caught two legal fish and I had one legal also at the rip while we watched Pete at the Mecca land some big fish. The two days of North wind had ended and I figured the fishing would change there... but the some spots still produced. Met Juro up at the lot and he was heading to North Monomoy but I had to get back and leave for Boston. Pete and I had dinner at the Squire last night and walked around town as Pete made conversation with anyone who would listen. I should have gone to North Monomoy instead of South Beach but it looks like I will have to wear waders when I go to North . Monomoy... The tide looks good for the rip in Two weeks ,and if I am still alive, I will be there before dawn..Don't tell Fish Hawk about the waders.|
|09-03-2001 08:25 PM|
|striblue||I will be at the Mecca the weekend after next... That's for sure.|
|09-03-2001 06:40 PM|
What can I say? Roop is a great host! The Doogues had a day that went a little ways toward just rewards for their great contributions and high spirits from the Spring Clave to Labor Day. Only wish Jim was there too!
Sounds like you guys were there "YESTERDAY!"
|09-03-2001 05:42 PM|
Mark - sorry about the default limit, I found out where to change that config setting and I doubled it for future reference. Also, you could have hit <back> and cut and pasted it into two (or three ) posts.
I read the great report that followed this post - AWESOME and not a word missed in my read of it!
|09-03-2001 05:25 PM|
Here are some pics, terrible quality so I'll have them redone at a more reliable shop.
Roop, Pete and Mark in the fog
Me with a fish on and Roop with a fish in hand
Roop in the fog with a fish
|09-03-2001 01:19 PM|
|grego||Great Stories! Thanks for the detailed report!|
|09-03-2001 12:48 PM|
This fish felt like my largest of the day and I was determined not to lose it to another sub-par hook set. I waited a few more seconds and really drove it home. It must have gotten the fish’s attention because this large blue shot straight up, out of the water, tail walking like a tarpon. After a couple more surface jumps and crashes I had the largest fish I’ve ever landed on a fly rod. It was the perfect way to end a very eventful day. After a picture with my fish Roop, Mike and I headed for the Squire for an early lunch.
I apologize for the length of my report. I had such a great day that it’s hard to limit the number of words I need to express it. I hope all that read it find the time they invested was worth it in the end. I certainly enjoyed typing and sharing it as much as the actual experience itself. I want to thank Roop for unselfishly steering me towards productive spots and getting me into fish. As always, it was a pleasure to fish with Pete as well. I look forward to fishing with you both again some time soon. The memories of this day on the water with Pete, Roop and most importantly my little bro’ will easily carry me through the off season.
|09-03-2001 12:45 PM|
We hooked back up with my bro’ at our original spot and learned that Pete had taken off to catch the shuttle to South Beach. As we talked we fished the channel with occasional hook ups. About one mile off shore we noticed a massive flock of birds working a blitz. We watched in amazement as the flock moved closer to our position. At one point a boat loaded with fishing rods actually drove through the blitz with no intention of stopping. We were dumbfounded to say the least. Anyway, Roop got into position across the bar behind me. Mike told me to strip my line in and follow him over towards Roop. As I did I was greeted with that familiar thump, slack line sped through my fingers until Mr. Striper was on the reel. I finally landed that deceivingly strong fish, just short of legal I would guess, and headed for the blitz that by now had fully engulfed Roop and Mike. They were giggling like little kids and tossing around exclamations like, “This is incredible!” and the ever popular, “HOLY @#%$!!!” by the time I reached the action.
Again the water was boiling, the difference being the conspicuous lack of precipitation! There were fish slamming into our legs, crashing bait within arms length and all the while birds were raining from the sky. I am happy to report that these were not schoolies either. This was a full on cattle drive of cows, and, come to find out, there were some huge blues in there as well. The situation was so intoxicating; it made it impossible to think straight. You had three grown men desperately flailing in an attempt to get our flies anywhere in the water. I immediately hooked a large fish; the tension built, and then as fast as it was on I was stripping in the line that had shot back into my chest. Drat! Blues! I had no wire, I knew there were large stripers in there; I tied on another fly and hoped for the best. Stiff wind in my face, back cast time, roll cast, front, back, fro………….what the……I hooked a gull in mid-air! Of all times to be playing tug of war with a young gull. After nipping me as I attempted to free it the bird threw my fly and I was back in business. My next cast was another donation to the blues. I have no way of reporting how many blues were hooked during the blitz, or how many flies were lost. As selfish as it sounds, I had enough trouble keeping track of myself in the mayhem without worrying about Mike and Roop.
At the tail end of the blitz Roop had a fish on and I could tell that it was big. How, you ask? Roop is a person who catches a lot of fish and is always nonchalant about it. Well, this particular time he slowly turns to me and says in a low, very calm voice, “If I land this, I’m going to want a picture of it.” Camera at the ready I watched Roop ease the fish towards him. It was a large blue. Just before he could get it in it broke off and slowly swam away. After that we all headed back to our original spot to bask in the glory of our morning. As we talked we would occasionally throw a line into the water to no avail. Just as we were going to pack it in my line tightened one last time and the line peeled off my reel.
CONTINUED YET AGAIN
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