Another one I did...I waded out to the mud flat off of the Mass. Maritine Academy ship with 20lbs of makerel in a bag in my herring basket cut for chumming/chunking. This flat is only accessible at low tide so when you go it's for six hours+/- and you are 200+yds. from shore looking at the Maritine ship between you and land and looking at the flat drop off into the canal. Start chumming and catching fish for about two hours when suddenly the fish stop hitting and I get cut off a couple of times and suddenly realize a shark (never saw him) picked up my chum slick and I am standing in waist high water....I backed out onto the highest point on the flat about two feet of water at high tide and waited till I could get back to shore safely; real spooky when it got to be dark. Last time I ever fished that spot. One other time I was out there fishing the far end I watched a boat try to go between me and the shore line heading for Buttermilk bay. Tried to wave at them to stop but it was too late they came to a stop and had to wait till there was enough water to free the boat. One of the women on board spotted me and they all started laughing at the guy who was behind the wheel.:rotf2:

Yes it was. I did some pretty foolish things in my youth because of my love for fishing. The wire line was while I was a mate working a 55' Hatteras.

And I also type, edit, type, edit, type.

Funny you should mention this, as I was vacationing in Hawaii back in '92, and we were staying on the islan of Kauai (?).
We took a trip up to the "Barking Sands Beach" on the north west shore, just south of the Napali coast. We spent the day swimming and relaxing, marvelling in the fact that there weren't more than 6 other people on the 1+ mile of beach.

When we got back to the condo we were staying at, we read in USA Today that there had been a shark sighting/attack at the beach the weekend before we got there.:err::err::err::err:

You might be a googan if....

...you spool up three reels with braid (old style Fireline), head out fishing with one of them, and only when you are waist deep wading you find out that the blasted braid slips on the spool while reeling in just the lure because you didn't put any mono backing on.....and knowing as you trudge back to the car that this is going to be the same situation for all three reels......

Googan
 

If you do this to your stripping basket

AND DONT FORGET THE REST OF THE FAMILY

thats not a goog thats an as$&@%#

I almost did that last October :o. Lack of sleep and the fact that I was just catching bass after bass for a couple of hours straight :uhuh:.

Nah, that's pretty cool :kewl:.

Agreed :uhuh:. A goog is the one who catches a fish, and then doesn't know whether to lip it, step on it, or throw a towel over the fish's head. And then freaks out when the fish starts flapping around when he's going to unhook it :rotf2:.

you leave your rod on the gunwale, eel dangling in the water, as the captain spins the boat to make another drift.

as your docking the boat and it gets away from you, you jump out to the dock without a line

your fending off your neighbors boat, the boat drifts out, you don't let go until you can not possibly recover and fall over....the captain never notices

I thought so too.

If ya come out to the end of a breachway, in your bare feet, bombed to the ears, and just being a plain nuisance. :spin:

if you carry a mallet to the beach to hammer your sand spike in...

1) walk into a tackle shop where 6 guys are hanging out and say "I need some advice" (they , of course, go on for 5 minutes with "don't marry too young", "stay in school", etc.(It happened to me, the googan)

2)A guy in a tackle shop is explaining to a group of guys how he had 40 lb. fish follow his lure right to the rocks several times and is going back later to get them. And I chime in "where is this spot?". Duh.

Or paid Orvis 50.00 bucks for a 3 dollar hunk of plastic shooting basket.

Actually that is the correct way to insert a sand spike. Lord knows how many rod and reel combos I watched get launched from Race Point and Chapins beach sands. Funny expresion on the guy who comes looking for his rod and all he finds is drag marks to the waters edge and you just point out to see when he asks if you saw it.

You high-stick a Arra on a 15lb fish at Q and snap it (JR saw that one...)

I beg to differ Flap - you gotta wiggle it in, and you have to use steel spikes. I've watched too many chase rods into the surf, it is excellent entertainment. I've seen a couple get caught later and the gear and fish retrieved. The hammerers always have PVC spikes, which go in fine in high beach sand but at lower tide they have to contend with the rip rap, banging it in makes a loose fit, and one good fish is all that is needed. They never pay attention anyways.

Walked out to Balston one spring AM a number of years back and about 100 yards from the access this guy had set up a tarp for cover, open side toward the ocean. He had a tv, boombox, cooler, Coleman lantern (still going), sleeping bags, etc. It must have taken him a couple of hours just to get all that stuff out there. Me and my buddy start nailing schoolies, he wakes up, gets up his kid, walks down to the surfline and starts banging in that spike. He had everything else, I shoulda figured. We got about 100 fish, he scored 2-3. I think he may have been King of the Googans.

Of course, when you are holding the rod it's harder to lose.

I don't think that this one is as far-fetched as you think ;)

-You might be a googan if....you modified a large blue broken back rebel swimmer with four 10mm bolts screwed and epoxied on the top while proudly admiting that you caught fish with it. This plug was like the frankenstien of swimmers. True story not me.

googans
 

You might be a googan if:
You need to turn your head lights on to change your bait.
you need to turn your headlghts in to see if there is any fish around.
You wear a cycling helmet to go surfcasting, provided you did not just have bran surgery.
You attach a glow stick to your leader to see where casting.
You try to drive your 2 wheel drive Lexus sedan down the beach.
You attach a bobber to your bucktail because you lost a couple letting them sink to far.

4 foot piece of 3/16 by 1&1/2 inch angle aluminum welded to a 12 inch piece of 2 inch aluminum conduit. sharpen the business end with a file and your good to go , oh weld a little stop for the butt end in the tube.

Actually, that could just be someone being careful. One of the regulars at Montauk, in his 70's, wore a bike helmet while rock hopping on the south side.

Some 20 years ago, we got down to be beach, only to find the 4 wheel drive access closed and cops everywhere. We find out some drunken idiot drove a station wagon (one of those big late 70's models) half a mile down the access road and then proceeded to pass out :rotflmao:. It took 2 wreckers to get him out (the first one got stuck also :hs:).

Used to happen in Montauk all the time. Easy access onto the beach in town and some people in 2 WD sedans, sometimes drunk, sometimes not, would drive onto the beach.

"Or paid Orvis 50.00 bucks for a 3 dollar hunk of plastic shooting basket." Flaptail

So I guess that means :

You might be a googan if you get a Orvis stripping basket as a Birthday present from your children after you were diagnosed with Cancer.

I am proud of the basket and proud to use it.

Just flap your Tail and not your Mouth

Posts like this degrade so far, so fast.

It's always the same. Some people get offended, and some people post things that are very un-googan.

Someone tell all the bucktail and casting egg guys that they're googans for using a bobber.

Sorry about your cancer and do understand the sentimentality of the object but you posted the picture and you do understand that when you do that on a site like this you leave yourself wide open and how was I (we) to know about your personal medical issues?

You might have noticed this is not what you would call a touchy feely bunch here.
Flaptail (mouth) (gums) (whatever)

You might be a googan if you said something like

So . . . one nite a few years ago I am driving along the back trying my best, but it's not my nite. I see this bright light ahead of me like a small city. It turns out to be about 20 people bait fishing, men and women, gigantic bonfire. The best part is they strung 2 eight foot high output fluorescent lights between a couple of pick-ups, running off a generator. Big boom box cranking out Marley. Grills going, booze flowing looked like a Pagan holiday, I was so jealous. I am drinking cold cofee , eating cold pizza,staying awake all nite. I drive past them again at dawn, all sprawled out sleeping in the sand. . . ( sigh ). . . Googans do it right.