I ran into a rotting whale at the high-tide line one night. Very freaking seeing something that big sloshing around. Can't imagine what the crabs must have been thinking.

-spence

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Rob Rockcrawler-- i also have a falmouth story. me and my two buddies were fishing a couple years ago at the knob right at dusk. we were wading up to our waist and i looked over to my right and about 30 ft away i saw this thing cutting across the surface of the water. took me a coupla seconds to realize it was the dorsal fin of a decent size shark. it cruised right in front of me as were getting out of the water. it had to be 6 ft long. that was a cool experience.

This past summer me and another buddy were fishing in Chatham north of lighthouse beach. It was completely dark and were wading a couple feet in the water catching schoolies when a huge black head popped up 15 ft away from us in like 3 ft of water. scared the sh*t outta me. Later on that night we had moved further up inside and we heard a huge explosion in the water probably 75 feet away. all i kept thinking about were great whites

Back a number of years ago I was fishing Peaked Hill Bar on the Back in mid-October. Were out on the bar as the tide started coming in so we got pushed off. About half an hour later we are standing at the truck on the beach and the tide is up on the Bar pretty good. All of a sudden we see a BIG seal fly staight up in the air with a Great White right behind it. Caught the seal as it landed and almost bit it in half. The water turned red everywhere, right where we had been standing half an hour before. Kind of spooked us.

This is grosser than weird. My buddie and I were fishing plum island one evening with live eels. After my eel had been out for awhile I decide to bring it in and refresh it. I hit it with my flashlite to inspect it and theres half an eel missing and the remaining half is like pulsating like something from some horror movie. I call my buddie over to show him and he's kind of freaked out about it. I told him I was going to cut it open and see why this dead eel is throbbing like that. He's yelling at me not to do it but I had to know. As I slice the eel up the middle I notice it is filled with thousand of maget like bugs that are eating out the insides of the eel. I had fun chasing my buddy around for a few minutes with this alien eel.:D

Bugs is bats. I eat bugs!

Funny thing about that Matunuk area....a buddy and I were fishing down there...I was on the WW and he had walked down the beach between WW and Deep Hole. I see him standing there for a little while not fishing. When he comes back over, he said there was a couple railin' in one of the beach houses with the picture window wide open! Said he almost sat down to catch the show!

Why didn't he have his cell with him!?

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Funny thing about that Matunuk area....a buddy and I were fishing down there...I was on the WW and he had walked down the beach between WW and Deep Hole. I see him standing there for a little while not fishing. When he comes back over, he said there was a couple railin' in one of the beach houses with the picture window wide open! Said he almost sat down to catch the show!

Why didn't he have his cell with him!?


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Ok back in the late 80's when I first started to catch bass of the cape beaches, I would leave after work on friday and head for the cape. Fishing the beaches day and night until monday when I had to return to work. The lack of sleep really played some tricks on me. One night while tossing cut herring of a jetty I noticed that rats would try to run up the side of the rocks trying to steal my bait. So I took a stroll along the beach and collected all the rocks I could. I spent the night throwing rocks at what I thought was rats, as day light finally broke I noticed that my rats were made by waves that would run along the jetty. No wounder I couldn't kill one. I have also had what I thought were seagulls swoop at me after two or three days of no sleep and having people ask if im okay.

Can you belive I don't drink or smoke, imagine if I did .......ahhh the things we do for bass.

dune monkeys:shocked:

Redlites right I screamed like a little girl. I was so amped up on redbull that my nerves were pretty shot. It didn't help that it was november and we hadn't cought a fish in 2 nights. That same night(or it coulda been the night before) Mike and Tony walked farther down the rocks in gansett and I stayed put cause I was beat. I Sat down resting on my plug bag just thinking I needed to sit down for a bit and next thing I remember is waking up to the spray of a wave that had broken about 2 feet from my feet because of the incoming tide. Scary and pretty dumb on my part.

I was always told "find the bait and you'll find the fish".
Can you see the news if that happened at a crowded beach in daytime?

Eben:
I missed your post on Black Rock on a new moon. No better place to be but you gotta add...
NE wind blowing' 25
and High tide at midnight. Oh baby, the cows will be in the wash in Nathans.

P, wong black rock, he ment on the porkchop, not mainland (I think)

and SHHHHHH!!!!!!:smash: :D

Oh, I got it. Sorry

For me, without question, this is my favorite surf spot on planet earth. IMO This place is the premiere surfcasting location. When I die I want my ashes spread here off that bluff. (During a north wind so it doesn't hit you in the face)

regarding eyes:
last spring I was doing the all nighter solo thing and was making the walk from Metcalf’s to wasque. It was black and really foggy. I could barely see more then 30' I am fishing plugs and fishing had slowed but I had a couple decent fish earlier that night. While fishing I notice what looks like a dead guy in graylite waders rolling in the surf. His hand was flopping back and forth rolling with the waves in the wash almost beckoning me to come over. It was an eerie sight at night in the fog with just the sound of the waves. I said to myself.... I really don't want to see this and just then I get a powerful hit! Fighting the fish the damn thing ran down the beach in the direction of the dead guy. Before I knew it I was straddling a huge dead seal that was all bleached out and bloated. I moved down the beach and the fish went the other way back towards the seal. No matter what I did I could not keep away from this flopping dead animal. Eventually I landed the bass (37#) and went home.


It really did look like a big fat dead surfcaster. (the seal not the bass)

best story so far