September 11. 2001 I would be driving near Portland Maine, to a coastal fishing spot before dawn. But I never get there. I get into an accident with a car full of certain middle eastern extremists, who are all killed in the collision.........

I think I would go back to my fathers childhood and spend a day fishing with him on one of the skiff they used to sneek out of Cuba and fish the waters out side. The stories of big fish and sharks, marlin, and massive grouper they would catch by hand while out for days and in massive storms would be an experiance that I always cherish.

I was fortunate enough to be able to do that Hoop, but sure would like to do it again. :)

VOTE HERE

http://www.striped-bass.com/Stripert...046#post620046

TOUGH ONE
 

it is a toss up between Nebe, tlap, and reelecstasy for me,

*neither one of which needs more needles*

ahhhhhh, but the KID could prolly use some.............

sorry Ebenovski, and the lapman ~~~i'll start this thing
by voting for the KID's first Vineyard keeper.

reelecstasy gets my VOTE

I'd go to Marthas Vineyard back on the night 10x10 = Kenny Schwam drown and fish right next to him and his customer and haul his ass in to shore before he drowned :(

RIP Ken

Back to that day in June of 07. Who knew he'd be gone and buried by labor day. R.I.P. my son.

1988 Montauk when I caught my personal best 46.5 lbs. lost 2 bigger fish that day due to inferior gear. always promised myself "never again"

I mainly fish from the shore, between Hull and Scituate. The area is full of cliffs and rocks. When I fish there I can't help but think of how many people have not only fished those same spots for thousands of years, but how many people have just sat on the same cliffs watching in awe of the stunning sunrises and sunsets.

I picture generations of native americans for thousands of years, sitting on those same rocks, gazing out into the unknown, surrounded by the wilderness (which is now covered in roads, lights and homes).

I picture the wives and mothers of many of our ancestors staring out into the ocean waiting for their loved ones to return home from their most recent journey.

If I could travel back in time, I would travel between the 1500's and late 1800's and just sit at my UDL which many before me have called their own- and watch. Watch how they fished. See how they, like me sat in awe as a massive weatherfront approached. See how they, like me try like hell to heave the next cast just a bit futher, trying to reach the the pods of bass and blues blitzing on the surface.

My UDL has seen many changes through the years. But I am sure I would be surprised at how eerily similar we all have been, through the years at that exact same spot.

Gotta love fishing from the surf.

Last few weeks and fish with Redlite

Ok since there were'nt any votes besides BW we'll do it the old fashioned way. 49 posts I counted and plugged in 1-49 into the random number generator and I got #16

TOBY LAPINSKI wins.

Please email me your address you got a sweet needle coming your way.