Striper Addiction
 

As I watched Fever Pitch last night, all I could do is relate to him as my striper addiction, Has anyone else seen this movie and if so are we that bad? I could relate to him in mostly everything that happened except the break up

Worse
 

I fished HARD thursday night, friday night, sat night, sun AM. I am tired, sore, bruised. I caught very little for my efforts. I cannot wait to go out again Thursday. I would go out tonight if my wife would still talk to me afterwords.

it is not an addiction,it is a hobby!!:hidin: :eyes: :smash:

It is that bad! It's an addition man! I would do that too if it does not end in a divorce.. hehehe...
:lasso: :whackin: :smash: :smokin:

if it is an adiction
 

If it is an addiction - I want to go in disability - and get paid while I fish.

:)

the same way here bob

I moved to the Cape 5+ years ago...My wife sold me on the move (even before I even put eyes on the house) by telling me there are woods near the house to go hunting and we will be 8 miles from the canal....So, its her fault....Am I in denial...Oh well, I think I will go fishing..

i think it's an affliction.:cool:

Addiction - golf doesn't even compare. It is a world unto itself and one that many outside would never understand. It gets even down to even more minor detail and those who experience can only know ... I once knew a guy who had to get new brakes for his car, but decided to use the money to go fishing in Alaska ... his car wound up rotting where it stood.

It consumes me.
It's all I do.
I can't imagine my life without it..

Thank goodness I have a wife and kids to keep me from going under. :pop:

Gotta fish - even when I have trouble walking. Going to the ditch in the mornin!:nailem:

I too was caught up in the irony of that movie. I saw it the first weekend it came out- as a fist date with my current girlfreind- a year after splitting with my ex-wife! So yes, I related to it in EVERY way, including the break-up. Watched it again recently with my very understanding girlfreind and we both laughed a lot now that she realizes my addiction and its severity! But she still loves me! :love:

striper addiction almost leads to death :(
 

I wrote this about my adventure last Thursday morning :(


First off, thanks everyone for the well wishes! My shoulder is very sore but my spirits are good. I know my phone has never rang so much!!!

I'll do my best to try to tell the story. Some details I am unsure off - I guess they weren't important enough for my brain to process.

Thanks to the good man upstairs, and to my Dad for teaching me how to swim and influencing me to become a lifeguard like he was, I am still here. I have no doubt that I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them.

I had a tuna charter for Thursday that was cancelled. I knew with the mullet thick and the NW winds that where forecasted, there was a good chance fish would be feeding at the tip of the IBSP jetty.

I arrived at the jetty at 5:30am. I looked things over as I usually do when I arrived, and I decided I would go all the way out to the tip.

I made my way out to the tip without any issues. While there was some swell, it wasn’t bad and I was bone dry upon my arrival.

I pulled out a Tattoo Sea Pup (Spook) that Tattoo painted in a Mullet scheme last fall and casted up current of the old submerged jetty. Several bluefish blew up on it and one inhaled it. This was around 5:45am or so. I continued to get blue after blue every cast till I felt something that felt like what I was looking for. It turned out it was a nice fat striper probably 32".

Now I'm really psyched. Bass, blues, mullet and peanut bunker all right at my feet, and I got them all to myself. This continued till I believe around 7:30am. I remember I released 7 bass to around 38" and like 40-50 four to seven pound blues. I was wishing my good friend Tim Schwear (TSStriper) was with me and I couldn’t wait to tell Tattoo about the Sea Pup.

The bite died at slack. Then I took a wave and realized it was time to head for the sand. It turns out, it was too late. For those of you not familiar with this jetty, it is long - takes a good 15 to 20 minutes to get off it on a good day.

As I started to make my way back in I realized I was in a bad, bad situation. The swells had grown quickly - like someone pushed a button. I decided I would just go slow, and do my best to stay on the jetty knowing that I was in some serious danger.

This is where the details get fuzzy. I think I got knocked on my rear a few times before I wound up in the drink. The bruise on my arse connfirms that theory. I believe I went in the drink twice. Anyway you get the picture - it was no rogue wave situation.

As I continued making my way in, I saw waves coming from my right, and I would crouch down to lower my center of gravity. The waves where too strong - and next thing I know I feel myself literally sliding on my left hip off the jetty into the inlet side.

I surfaced a good 20-30 yards out in the inlet and I immediately started swimming for the rocks. At this point my wading belt has prevented my waders from filling. I reach a rock and grab on. I decide I'm going to try to get out without taking off any gear. As I went to pull, a wave came over the jetty and pushed me back into the drink. I believe this is when the left shoulder dislocated.

So I'm back in the drink, but this time my waders fill. I was still floating. I grabbed a rock with my dislocated arm (left) and used my right arm to undo my korkers which I tossed on the rocks. Next I threw my backpack up on the rocks. I knew I HAD to get my waders off. I unhooked them slid my right foot out but I couldn't manage to get the left for free. Meanwhile I'm getting pounded by waves from both directions.

I managed to somehow get the left boot off using my right foot, and I used a waves force to assist me up on the rock that wound up saving my life.

Now I'm cold, seriously banged up, yet comfortable??? I really felt at peace as soon as I got my waders off. I knew I was going to be fine once they went into the inlet. A few minutes pass, and I see a Mako with 2 gentlemen in it. I screamed to them and they called the Coast Guard. I am still trying to find out who they where so I can thank them!!!!

The Coast Guard got there quickly and once they came off plane I decided I wasn’t going to make one of them have to jump in and come get my sorry arse. Besides the water was much warmer and I was cold. So I jumped in and swam out to them one armed. The guys did a great job getting me in the boat quick and getting me warm.

Took a ride from the Barnegat Cost Guard Station too Southern Ocean County Hospital. I have to say, they have some great employees at SOCH. I was cracking them up, and they where making me laugh my arse off. They seemed a lot happier then most hospital personnel I’ve dealt with. Thanks folks!!

Funny aside – last time I was there at SOCH was 25 years ago this past July after I jumped in the bay to retrieve a crab net I dropped. I needed a tetanus shot and cuts cleaned after I scraped the bulkhead when my Mom was pulling me from the bay. That was also my last tetanus, so I was due you could say.

Staying calm saved my life. I remember once I realized I was knocked off saying to myself - it is what it is - just deal with it.

I'll be back on the rocks soon - hope to fish the Governors’ tourney. I am however getting a new full wetsuit.

No more waders on the rocks for me :lol:

So what happened to the backpack??
:D

Wow your one lucky guy, You must have lost everything? except your life

Mother nature can be rought. Glad to see that everything turn out right. :kewl: get well soon and continue fishing!:bounce:

my buddy rodjers friend came out and got my korkers and backpack

saved the important thing - I do miss my Red Sox cap - it had fish MOJO - my bro in NH is sending me a new one.

Yes Bob, I was definately relating my obsession and love of fishing to that movie as I first watched it.


Brian :shocked: :eek: wow, I guess that was a close one, a bit too close. Glad it all turned out ok

Wow, what story ... glad you are alright, definitely smart move to stay calm.