Hab's - you should be DONATING plugs....

That's funny DZ!!! Did their jaws just drop and freze when they saw your measely bass?

Then there is always Thumper & the Bass.... Hopefully, I'll be seeing "Thumper" next Wednesday....

JOHN R, I can do that.

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John,
Yea "Thumper & the Bass" is my classic BI story. Bobby is such a great guy and he really enjoyed that story after it was published in The Fisherman magazine. He became instantly famous. Of course he still builds the best surf rod in New England bar none.
My ice cream story is a compilation of events that have happend to me. I've combined them in one story because I just love to spin a yarn. Glad you enjoyed it.

I'll second D's opinion on Bobby's rod-building. No doubt about it, Bobby (Thumper) is one of the nicest guys around and does an incredible job on his custom rods.

He did a terrific job on my Lami 120 1L and this spring I'm gonna have him do a 10' Ron Arra for me...

Ooops, here comes the missus...gotta go...

Last summer, in August I think, the blues were busting all over the place around Monohan's dock in Narragansett at dawn. I got there, along with about 10 other guys, before the sun came up, and we all headed for the rocks to throw poppers at the noises (couldn't see anything yet but we could hear them).

There was an old Toyota fastback car parked right in the middle of the parking area; the kind with the huge back window that sloped forward over a rear deck that was the rear seat folded down. In the dark you could see that there were people inside, but no one paid any attention in the dark.

Well, when the sun started to come up and beamed into the car, it turned out that the people inside were two mid-20s kids, one male and one female, both sound asleep right underneath the sloping back window of the car. The guy was sleeping on his stomach; the girl was sleeping on her back. BUT, they were both strip, stark naked and surrounded by about two dozen empty Heineken bottles and a scrunched up blanket that covered their feet up to their ankles--only! :bgi:

Suddenly all those old blues whackers were milling around the back of the Toyota, ignoring the blues, and looking a lot like the smilies above!!! Except for me, of course.

Two massively hung over people trying to get dressed in a Toyota, while ten (remember that the 11th was fishing) grizzly dawn patrollers leaning on their Lamis were standing five feet away gawking into the back window, must have been a religious experience!

The kids left the area rather quickly when they woke up, much to the amusement and loud cheers of the crowd--I think they got a room next time. :D

Hey, can I play with you guys in this luck of the draw??

As for story, a couple of years ago, during our annual Cuttail Classic tourney, I was working a couple live eels during the dark hours, (see screen name) but was obviously not working where the big boys were. My brother fished from sundown till his "tribe" of 5 kids had had enough. He just left a couple baited hooks dangling from his transom over night. Lo and behold, the next morning he went to wash the boat down and reeled in the aforementioned hooks. He and the kids ended up winning a prize for most exotic fish of the tourney, a three foot long eel......... go figure

I need those plugs

You need those plugs like Gates needs more money. :D

Awww Cra.... - blew right on passed the end date!!!

OK - so, here are the people that signed up for the giveaway:

HESH2
Saltheart
Crafty Angler
Got Stripers
ragfly
specialist
redcrbbr
Fisherwoman
Smokey
mikeybluefish
milo
Slipknot
ChrisL
Jenty
Bob Senior
Quint
Carl
Anthony
S.I.M
DZ
Topwater
OX
NightFighter
BM

Holler if I missed you!!!

And those that put up stories for Tatto/Fishpart/&CRatt to vote on:

GS
Saltheart
Specialist
Redcrbbr
DZ
Bob Senior
Nightfighter

Remember the funniest stories will get 3 extra chances. And I'm going to group everything together into sets of plugs & jigs....

Last Stripa Semista...headed toward Provincetown's Race Point Beach...I'm driving along the road alongside the beach headed to the spot that I had scouted out in the daylight..(as it was well after 2am now)...when I came across this big Bronco that had its high beams aimed at the ocean surf and there was a man standing on the sand looking out toward the ocean...I panic a bit and figure that someone had been pulled in by the undertow and maybe they have no phone or need help so I stop the car and quickly head toward the man on the beach...when suddenly another man appears, running out of the water...NAKED...bouncing everywhere...and runs directly into the arms of the other man, ( I'm about 25 ft away) they both turn and look at me while I run as fast as I can back to my car... they must have had a Great laugh that night.....I DID NOT FISH THAT NIGHT!!:af:

..Ya never know what to expect, when fishing those back beaches of the cape...especially toward the tip!!:mad:

I vote for the guy that buys the most blooberries! :D


Bloo, did they run after you? You look cute in waders.....:eek:

Sometimes wading at night can get just a little spooky.

Some years ago a friend of mine and myself were trying to figure out where to fish during the summer doldrums after getting skunked night after night at our regular spots. It was getting to be pretty frustrating, everywhere on the island was totally dead. Then we heard that some fish had turned up in Potters Cove and that was all we needed to hear.

Fog had begun to roll in that night as we crossed the Newport Bridge and headed for Jamestown. We were looking forward to anything at the end of a line - schoolies, blues, we didn't care - to break the curse and pull out of the slump.

As soon as we waded out into the cove we could hear an occasional splash in the far distance through the thickening fog.

"Didja hear that?" Paul said. "Maybe it's bass!"

"Yeah, I dunno - could be bluefish, too, who knows. Hey, some fish is better than no fish!"

We waded out waist deep across the soft mud. The tide was outgoing and we both started plugging toward the sounds in the fog.

We kept on for a half an hour with no hits, changing plugs and retrieves, trying everything we had with us. We could still hear the sounds of the occasional break but now with foghorns as a backdrop as it turned to pea-soup. The bridge disappeared in the mist.

"Any hits yet?"

"Nope - nothin'. I don't know, something's out there, though. I can still hear 'em."

I wasn't going to give up - it was always a contest anyway to see who would have the first fish for bragging rights, regardless of what it was. I looked over to my left in Paul's direction, he was less than 50 feet away, barely outlined in the haze. Now the only sound we heard was the plugs hitting the water. It had gotten eerily quiet.

All of a sudden, without warning, I heard him yell.

"ARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! GEEEEZUZZZZ!"

It scared the hell out of me in the silence and I could hear him thrashing around in the water.

"PAUL! WHAT'S THE MATTER? YOU OKAY?"

"GODDAMMIT!!!"

I turned on my necklight, rushed over to where he was and saw him trying to regain his balance. " Hey, what's wrong?"

"A coodeeesh! Goddam horseshoe crabs!"

As I looked down into the water when I got up next to him, there was a horseshoe crab trying to hop onto the boot of his waders as he backpeddled, no doubt mistaking the boot for...well, a lady horseshoe crab, I guess. Having the amorous crab grab his boot in the foggy darkness must have startled the hell out of him.

When I realized what had happened, I started to laughed so hard I literally couldn't stand up in the water. I finally had to stagger back into shore, laughing all the way and sit on the rocks until I stopped cracking up.

When he came out of the water I said "Hey, man, horseshoe crabs don't count." :laughs:

i want in those plugs look sweet.

Having made an executive decision here, I'm going to extend this out until 5pm. So if anyone else wants to sign up, please do so by 5 pm. Tomorrow, I'd like C-ratt, Tattoo, & Fishpart to decide which stories they like best for extra credit. If they don't decide, well, I guess I'll be forced to keep the STUFF!!! I'll have Liam (or maybe my God Daughter ;) ) pull the names on Wednessday or Thursday... Thanks to every that pitched in!



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You forgot me on the last list you made, John. I figure it's because I'm not a Pats fan or I live in "The Garden State" ;) I want in....

Garden State? - Nah.......it's the Pats thing.............

You Giant Fan you.............
:laughs:

tattoo, i'll buy you a blueberry! got sam???

ok, it's last fall. new moon, foggy, lots on mung around, and lots of fish. i'm out perched on a rock next to a couple friends. we were picking up some bass and after every cast you had to clean your lure/line/teaser/terminal from the mung. we had some nice fish too, so it made us stick it out. now, you CANNOT turn on your flashlight to clean anything off. or even while landing a fish. so, i'm bringing in my lure, i'm starting to reach to clean off what i think is a nice pile of mung. as i'm feeling it take it off i'm thinking that this feels a little hard for mun....OOOOUUUUUWWWWAAAAHHHH!!!!! YOU SONOFABIT... and i pull my now pinched finger out of the green crabs pincher. my friends are asking what happened as i grab my rod and swing the lure w/ the crab still on it into a rock in front of me me make some scrambled crab. i tell them i got bit by a crab and they are laughing. yeah, real funny. eventually, i go back to the truck and glue the 1/2" gash in my finger back together. you know what's almost as good? i almost had the same thing happend the next week! this time, i pulled away just in time. but, i never put that light on!

like i need another lure, but sure...

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Anthony
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Now for Stories:
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And for Votes:
I have C-ratts already...

Steve, I figured as much :laughs: :bshake:

Actually, Arby, before the Pats were "born", most New Eglanders were Giants fans. My father grew up in Lowell, and when I was a kid living down in Clifton, NJ, I remeber him enthusiastically routing for the Giants.

Now the Yankees.........that would be a different story. That's why when he moved to NJ he (and therefore I) became a Met's fan........he couldn't stand to watch the Yankees.......

YEAH JOHN my adress;)

Ok heres a hunting story that doesn't count. A few years back I bagged a fairly large doe and my buddy was helping me skin it outside in my garage. As he was pulling on the fur I was using my knife to help it along. Just then my neighbors kid a young lad around 10 decided to investigate. As he peered in his mouth dropped and his eyes got big as saucers! He ran out screaming the words I'll never forget " Dad!Dad! Hide Max they eat dogs next door!" Well it took us about ten minutes to pick ourselves from the floor just in time to see my neighbors jump into the car to leave for the day!

hey, i witnessed seawolf's "catch of the year".
does that count for a story???

i bet you'll be more carefull cleaning off your plugs! it must have been the parrot needle you were using that night. it sure was a hot lure!:laughs: :jester:

Quint, it might be a tick late for the story getting you extra pluggage, but we welcome any opportunity for you to embarass a fellow angler :hihi:

that's fine. just wanted to get a shot in!

yeah, jester, that parrot needle was hot. but, that white one was better the week before, remember?

yeah, i'll be more careful, next time. i'll ask my mate to clear of the gear for me!

maybe next i'll also bring that latern. it's hard fishing in the dark...

Shhhhhh... you've already said too much;) ;)

This is a little story about a friend of ours.. One night early last fall a group of guys went out on a great adventure in search of the great striped ones. Earlier trips had produced little success. On this day the gods would smile, for they had now entered into the land of Red. At first the searchers had very disapointed and worried faces from bluefish scattered on the beach caught by a few fisherman who had been"slamming them all night".
the distraught faces as the cigar butts started to pile up in the foam as the waves tried to reach the driest sand. Then it happened..... someone caught a striped one!!! And then another one. this one was worth a pic and a measure, and then another pic and measure. This continued for a couple of hours, and this night was deemed by all a great success.
John this story is all yours for spending all that valuable time on the beach taking pictures and witnessing measurements unselfishly. NOW WILL YOU PUT YOUR NAME ON THE GD LIST!!!!


THANKS

Red - That's OK, I get one or two perks & benies for running the site - it's OK not to include myself in this :rolleyes:

But on the note of that wonderful story, this year I'm not going to get sucked into taking all of those Kodak Moments. I'll be fishing steel line from the beach so Clammer can't snip my line when I have a nice fish running and I'll be requiring people to purchase a Scale Cam (patent pending) to take their own dang picture when they weigh the fish. That way I can keep my line in the water...



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I've seen the new fishing rod Clamdigger has been talking about for when we get together.

Looks like a Binford 2000 model fishiing/pruning rod ;) ...

what's the good word?