piemma
03-18-2023, 07:26 AM
SEX ON THE BEACH
THE MERMAID
Now that I have your attention this story is about the various encounters I had while fishing the surf around RI and MA in the middle of the night. None of these episodes involved me as a participant as I was always too focused on fighting.
The first encounter that stands out is one in which my old partner, Gil Guillitone, and I were fishing Narragansett Beach heading east to the mouth of Narrow River.
It was one of those hot and humid Summer nights that we get in mid August in Rhode Island. Tide running out and not a breath of wind.
We worked our way down the beach from the Narragansett Beach parking lot, throwing ½ to ¾ oz bucktails. We had a slow pick of schoolies around 10 pounds. We were in front of the Dunes Club, where there use to be a hole that would hold bait on the drop, so we stopped there and concentrated on working the hole.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw some significant splashing close to shore and immediately thought it was fish chasing sand eels up on the beach. I started moving toward the splashing and, not wanting to spook the fish, didn’t turn on my neck light. Gil saw me moving more deliberately and, figuring that I was up to something, followed.
Suddenly, this beautiful, completely naked, red headed, mid-20s, young lady walks out of the water right at me. Gil, being in his early 70s at the time, snaps on his neck light and aims it right at the young lady. She walks right up to us and just says “ Hi”. Keep in mind, she is naked as the day she was born. Gil being of few words, just looks at her and the first words out of his mouth are: “Don’t you know there are sharks in the water?” Me, I’m too stunned to say anything.
She said, Oh, they won’t bother me! What are you fishing for? Well, I am trying not to stare but, I mean, what the hell, I’m probably 45 years old at the time and I cannot take my eyes off her.
We proceeded to have a lengthy conversation about fishing, the weather, water temps and…I don’t know what else. After about 10 minutes, she said she was getting chilly and was going back to the Dunes Club.
I looked at Gil and he just completely cracked up. He says: Paulie, I have never seen you speechless but that was a first. You never said a word.” What the hell was I going to say? It was like it really didn’t happen but I still have the vision in my head. By the way, yes, she was a REAL red head.
Needless to say, my fishing concentration when down hill from there and I really don’t remember much after that although we did get out on the bar at the River and fished the drop right through the “bump”. I went back every night for the rest of the week but she never swam at night again.
ISN’T IT COLD?
My partner and I were bouncing around all night in South County. We had a dozen spots that we regularly fished and, depending on the stage of the tide, would hit all of them as the tide rose of fell. We would literally stay out from Dusk to Dawn and move as the water moved.
This night was in early November. It was cold and windy. We had fish Black Point at the top of the tide, moved South to Stinky Beach, the Sheep’s Pen, Point Judith Light and Cronin’s. We had not had a bump all night and we were cold, tired and getting burnt out.
It was the end of the season and we had fished over 100 nights in the surf. We had caught a lot of fish and our hands were a mass of cuts from unhooking Bass. We fished live eels exclusively at night and rarely killed fish. In order to release a Bass humanly you need to reach down into the Bass’s mouth and gently remove the hook and the eel. Now, we all know Bass don’t have teeth but they do have a set of raspy growths on their upper and lower jaws. Our hands resembled raw meat from unhooking so many fish. This was probably 97 or 98 and the moratorium was over. The Bass were making a huge come back and we had caught and release hundreds of Stripers in the 15 to 20-pound category.
JR: “What do you want to do? It’s only 2:00 AM and we still have two hours to the bottom.
Me: I don’t know but I’m not going home. We are at the end of the run and I just know there are still big fish moving. There have been Gannets around which means there are Blueback herring on the move.
JR: What about the rock pile way down the beach in East Matunuck?
Me: Ya, it’s worth a shot. We can always shoot over to Deep Hole for the bottom.”
So off we go to East Matunuck State Beach. Quick stop for gas and coffee in Narragansett and on to Route 1. We take the State Beach exit and, 5 minutes later, we are in the parking lot at the Beach. Strap on the Korkers for us to work the rockpile and off we go down the beach.
About ½ way down the beach JR says: “There’s something going on up near the snow fence”. Snaps his light on and there is a quite attractive young lady performing oral sex on some guy. Next to them is another couple engaged in….SEX!. It’s 21 degrees and these people are having SEX ON THE BEACH!
The guys start yelling at us to turn off the lights, which we did. We were both laughing so hard we decided to call it a night and a year. Seemed like a fitting way to end the season.
Lesbe friends.
It was late in August and I was on the Back alone. I had been fishing hard for a week straight and was doing really well with big fish. The stupid Plover ban had been lifted, as the birds had hatched out, and were flying around. As a result, I was wandering far and wide. The 95 Blazer was running great. I was sleeping during the day at Emilio’s and running from Dusk to Dawn from the Front at the 2nd Pole all the way to Coast Guard Beach.
Now everyone know that Provincetown is mecca for folks of, lets say, alternative lifestyles. This includes their sexual preferences. It never mattered to me as I’m about as hetro as you can get, had been married almost 30 years at the time and figured “to each his own”.
I’m driving back to get off the beach one morning and I came by Peaked Hill Bar and there are 2 girls in the sand track. They flag me down and asked for a ride up to the ranger station. They were probably early to mid-twenties, attractive and quite dirty. They said they had hiked in from the main road and slept in the sand dunes that night and didn’t know about the sand fleas.
They said they were hungry and thirsty and would get another ride into town from the Ranger Station. I always had water and food in the buggy so I shared with them what I had.
So I get to a spot called Laura’s and there are big fish breaking almost on the beach and there are sand eels washed up on the shore in windrows. Oh man, I can’t drive by this, so I told the girls that I was going to fish as I did this for a living (I was commercial at the time). No problem they said.
I head for the shoreline and start casting a rigged eel and I’m on almost immediately. Landed the fish and it was high 20s. My riggie was still good and the fish were still feeding so I started to fish again and land another mid-20s fish. I now had 2 decent fish on the beach, I was alone so I had to drag 45 pound of fish back to the truck and get them in the cooler. I strung the 2 fish on my rope and headed up the shore to my truck.
Well, I’m about 10 feet away and all I can see is naked legs and arms in the air in the back of the Blazer. These 2 are going at it to beat the band. Now I’m no voyeur but I also don’t know what I should do. Cooler was on the front of the truck in a rack so I just made a lot of noise putting the fish away.
The young ladies heard me and hastily covered up. I racked my rod, taking way longer than I had to, so they could get dressed.
I got in the truck and never looked back or said a word, and neither did they. When we got to the Ranger Station they thanked me for the ride and also for being “a gentleman”. I offered to give them a ride into town but after I “aired up” but they said no and off they went.
Most definitely the wildest thing I ever ran in to on The Back.
THE MERMAID
Now that I have your attention this story is about the various encounters I had while fishing the surf around RI and MA in the middle of the night. None of these episodes involved me as a participant as I was always too focused on fighting.
The first encounter that stands out is one in which my old partner, Gil Guillitone, and I were fishing Narragansett Beach heading east to the mouth of Narrow River.
It was one of those hot and humid Summer nights that we get in mid August in Rhode Island. Tide running out and not a breath of wind.
We worked our way down the beach from the Narragansett Beach parking lot, throwing ½ to ¾ oz bucktails. We had a slow pick of schoolies around 10 pounds. We were in front of the Dunes Club, where there use to be a hole that would hold bait on the drop, so we stopped there and concentrated on working the hole.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw some significant splashing close to shore and immediately thought it was fish chasing sand eels up on the beach. I started moving toward the splashing and, not wanting to spook the fish, didn’t turn on my neck light. Gil saw me moving more deliberately and, figuring that I was up to something, followed.
Suddenly, this beautiful, completely naked, red headed, mid-20s, young lady walks out of the water right at me. Gil, being in his early 70s at the time, snaps on his neck light and aims it right at the young lady. She walks right up to us and just says “ Hi”. Keep in mind, she is naked as the day she was born. Gil being of few words, just looks at her and the first words out of his mouth are: “Don’t you know there are sharks in the water?” Me, I’m too stunned to say anything.
She said, Oh, they won’t bother me! What are you fishing for? Well, I am trying not to stare but, I mean, what the hell, I’m probably 45 years old at the time and I cannot take my eyes off her.
We proceeded to have a lengthy conversation about fishing, the weather, water temps and…I don’t know what else. After about 10 minutes, she said she was getting chilly and was going back to the Dunes Club.
I looked at Gil and he just completely cracked up. He says: Paulie, I have never seen you speechless but that was a first. You never said a word.” What the hell was I going to say? It was like it really didn’t happen but I still have the vision in my head. By the way, yes, she was a REAL red head.
Needless to say, my fishing concentration when down hill from there and I really don’t remember much after that although we did get out on the bar at the River and fished the drop right through the “bump”. I went back every night for the rest of the week but she never swam at night again.
ISN’T IT COLD?
My partner and I were bouncing around all night in South County. We had a dozen spots that we regularly fished and, depending on the stage of the tide, would hit all of them as the tide rose of fell. We would literally stay out from Dusk to Dawn and move as the water moved.
This night was in early November. It was cold and windy. We had fish Black Point at the top of the tide, moved South to Stinky Beach, the Sheep’s Pen, Point Judith Light and Cronin’s. We had not had a bump all night and we were cold, tired and getting burnt out.
It was the end of the season and we had fished over 100 nights in the surf. We had caught a lot of fish and our hands were a mass of cuts from unhooking Bass. We fished live eels exclusively at night and rarely killed fish. In order to release a Bass humanly you need to reach down into the Bass’s mouth and gently remove the hook and the eel. Now, we all know Bass don’t have teeth but they do have a set of raspy growths on their upper and lower jaws. Our hands resembled raw meat from unhooking so many fish. This was probably 97 or 98 and the moratorium was over. The Bass were making a huge come back and we had caught and release hundreds of Stripers in the 15 to 20-pound category.
JR: “What do you want to do? It’s only 2:00 AM and we still have two hours to the bottom.
Me: I don’t know but I’m not going home. We are at the end of the run and I just know there are still big fish moving. There have been Gannets around which means there are Blueback herring on the move.
JR: What about the rock pile way down the beach in East Matunuck?
Me: Ya, it’s worth a shot. We can always shoot over to Deep Hole for the bottom.”
So off we go to East Matunuck State Beach. Quick stop for gas and coffee in Narragansett and on to Route 1. We take the State Beach exit and, 5 minutes later, we are in the parking lot at the Beach. Strap on the Korkers for us to work the rockpile and off we go down the beach.
About ½ way down the beach JR says: “There’s something going on up near the snow fence”. Snaps his light on and there is a quite attractive young lady performing oral sex on some guy. Next to them is another couple engaged in….SEX!. It’s 21 degrees and these people are having SEX ON THE BEACH!
The guys start yelling at us to turn off the lights, which we did. We were both laughing so hard we decided to call it a night and a year. Seemed like a fitting way to end the season.
Lesbe friends.
It was late in August and I was on the Back alone. I had been fishing hard for a week straight and was doing really well with big fish. The stupid Plover ban had been lifted, as the birds had hatched out, and were flying around. As a result, I was wandering far and wide. The 95 Blazer was running great. I was sleeping during the day at Emilio’s and running from Dusk to Dawn from the Front at the 2nd Pole all the way to Coast Guard Beach.
Now everyone know that Provincetown is mecca for folks of, lets say, alternative lifestyles. This includes their sexual preferences. It never mattered to me as I’m about as hetro as you can get, had been married almost 30 years at the time and figured “to each his own”.
I’m driving back to get off the beach one morning and I came by Peaked Hill Bar and there are 2 girls in the sand track. They flag me down and asked for a ride up to the ranger station. They were probably early to mid-twenties, attractive and quite dirty. They said they had hiked in from the main road and slept in the sand dunes that night and didn’t know about the sand fleas.
They said they were hungry and thirsty and would get another ride into town from the Ranger Station. I always had water and food in the buggy so I shared with them what I had.
So I get to a spot called Laura’s and there are big fish breaking almost on the beach and there are sand eels washed up on the shore in windrows. Oh man, I can’t drive by this, so I told the girls that I was going to fish as I did this for a living (I was commercial at the time). No problem they said.
I head for the shoreline and start casting a rigged eel and I’m on almost immediately. Landed the fish and it was high 20s. My riggie was still good and the fish were still feeding so I started to fish again and land another mid-20s fish. I now had 2 decent fish on the beach, I was alone so I had to drag 45 pound of fish back to the truck and get them in the cooler. I strung the 2 fish on my rope and headed up the shore to my truck.
Well, I’m about 10 feet away and all I can see is naked legs and arms in the air in the back of the Blazer. These 2 are going at it to beat the band. Now I’m no voyeur but I also don’t know what I should do. Cooler was on the front of the truck in a rack so I just made a lot of noise putting the fish away.
The young ladies heard me and hastily covered up. I racked my rod, taking way longer than I had to, so they could get dressed.
I got in the truck and never looked back or said a word, and neither did they. When we got to the Ranger Station they thanked me for the ride and also for being “a gentleman”. I offered to give them a ride into town but after I “aired up” but they said no and off they went.
Most definitely the wildest thing I ever ran in to on The Back.