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breef history... back in the late 70s and 80s untill the nauset beach brake, about 91 or 92 i fished monomoy island w/ friends,like flaptail etc. i can tell you of great nights w/ 3to 8+ fish nights in the fall . i never saw seals .. only once in a while early spring , when cod fishing ,but gone buy springs first bass...then alot more in the early 90s . first at the tip of monomoy layed out on the sand. first 50 then 150 and so on,now 6000+ mating seals, all kinds....... sooooo i do remember lots of tons of sand eels, huge schools of pogies, schools of tinker macks,squid and herring in the spring. all this in plesant bay and around nauset beach and monomoy il. fluke too....... NO more, i dont know what happened???i do know that seals eat lots of fish, probably more than we think. i know that they sometimes get caught in the gill nets for cod in 200+ feet of water. i know that there seal chit looks like round hard shell like droppings full of worms that the cod eat and pass it on....monomoy smell like seal chit on the sand bars and so on.......can i blame the seals for lack of bait n fish i dont know????but we need more info on the impact of seals and our decline in our fisheries total biomass....bait and fish.....dave

icicles and a crossbow = dead seals + no evidence ,, been laying awake thinking about it ..:alien:

Hmmm... me likee how taggage thinketh :uhuh:

Yup the man is always thinkin, always ahead of the curve. :hihi:

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Ahh Stiffy, Monomoy in the ol days. Makes me want to friggin' cry. I don't think anyone here (or if there is there are only a very few) knew what we had there. 5 to 7 each night all 30 lbs or better, no mung no seals and no people. Just bait and bass. 'Member Memorial Day weekends there? First time there first cast 38lbs. We had the last of the good times there didn't we? I am glad I got to experience it before it all crashed and burned. One night in July 78', four boats, 8 guys and in the morning 37 bass all 30 pounds or better lined up in front of us before pushing off for Morris Island and Old Harbor Fish Market or me with 14 all between 38 and 42 pounds.

I tell you if we had had Sluggos back then and the knowledge and gear we have now there would be a statue in the Rotary in Chatham to us in Bronze standing on a pile of bronze bass.

Remember in 1979 getting Gibbs and Al Gag's first Needlefish from #^&#^&#^&#^& and taking them to Monomoy? The Gag's Chartreuse one was a killer. I think Danny Morin still has a couple. I broke off all mine.

The night my 30 pounder was cut in half by the shark while I was wading and two fish over 30 at the same time. One on a RedGill and the other on the plug. Don't know how I landed them both. Or you and Wayne in Ski's boat and the "incident". And waking up half covered with sand in your mouth and cold and stiff or sleeping beneath my overturned skiff while it spit snow in early November and still catching bass then.

That was the best SURFCASTING THERE EVER WAS.

And most importantly your 1100 pounds in one night.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:tooth:

And Davey, we are the only ones left on the Cape here from that group and Big Ed now down on Rhody who knew it like we knew it.

Sometimes on the beach at night when fishing alone I feel like the sole survivor of a shipwreck, the last one standing, the last one still searching for something we may never see again. I see #^&#^&#^&#^& and Wayne in the shadows, WATCHING. Cuckee and Cuckee II, bobby Rudzinski, Ski, Dennis ORielly, Danny, Iggy and the others, I can hear them laughing and joking as they run to the washline to haul another up the shingle. Gawd I miss those times.

It's my 51st birthday today, will I ever see anything like that again?:huh:

Wow Flap I think stiffy hit a nerve, ahhh the good old days

Happy Birthday Flap you old bastadge .. hows that love and lost thing go .. I'm jealous ,,wish I was there,,Numbskull ever make it there ? ...Like Eric Burden said,,, " Its a tough world to get a break in ,,all the good things have been taken "..

Happy Birthday Steve, you young whippersnapper.:btu:

Today I feel every one of my 53 years :humpty:

The seals clearly hurt us.

Not ALL the good things Eddie,
look at all the good friends we have on this site. :hihi: :btu:

Flap, Happy B Day, you young punk, you may very well see it again. :hihi:

May not be the way it happened then, but in a different way that will be

just as sweet. That's my wish for ya anyway. :)

Damn I do remember those nights. Running Nauset to Morris and all alone. If the beach got too rough or the blow was in the wrong direction, running to the backside and catching large and plenty. Getting to the market before anyone else to get the right price. Hoping to beat the rest before the price bottomed out. I do think I am getting OLD.:bc:

The seals are heavier than ever. Bring back the bounty!:af:

those, were the days my friend , i though they,ed never end, catchin bass and singing through the night. the fish were all ways there , we all ways caught our share (plus) those were the days (nights) O-yes those were the days....... thanks 4 the memories.....fuc* the seals. i had it (momonoy) first. seals = big sea rats .its time 4 a impact study

After this season, I could just kill them all. I usually don't feel that way about any creature, but these 600 pound vermin have got to go. Flap, Happy Birthday! I hope you do live to see the bass fishery return to it's past glory. But the Powers that be have taken a brilliant recovery and trashed it through mismanagment of seals and menhaden. I wanna friggin' cry with you. If I don't feel more enthusiastic by June, I'm considering hanging it up. My OJ is bitter this AM....

Flap,

What about sept/oct 2001, 2002, 2003 on the back, just to mention a few?Where were you? Maybe not the isolated monomoy fishing with the tin boats like you mentioned, but just as many fish, if not more many nights. Same size fish, if not bigger many nights. Lots of guys that were there in the 70's say it was better in the 90's and early 2000's at times. Real fishermen, not lackeys, said this and mentioned outside of 77,78, and fall of 81, the fishing has been much better in the latter days, meaning now. The outer cape has unquestionably fallen apart since 2003, and I can sympathize with you there. When you mention all the 70's stuff you make it sound like nothing has happened out there since 1978, and it just isn't the case. No question you have some good memories like everyone else, but you constantly lament the fishing now compared to then, and its only been a couple years since it went sour. I think it will come back at some point, just can't say when, but it will. Hang in there, dude.

Fred, I feel the same way sometimes but then you have a couple nights and it makes you think........maybe just maybe. I love the outer beaches, I treasure driving along the sand edge as the foam reaches up to me. I think the night sky on an open Atlantic beach is one of the most beautiful sights a man can ever be priviledged to see. Looking up at a new moon sky and seeing the milky way above your head in a wide swath of white in an onyx sky with stars visible just above the horizon, it takes my breath away everytime.

It's a lonely, desolate, haunted and mystical place where it could be 1698, 1898 or 2098 and it still looks the same, unchanged and constant. Where waves crash minute by minute in the real world not the mechanized technology driven "world" we have created. Where, if tommorow man decided to end it all in a fury of splitting atoms and blinding light, it would still be there, with no acknowledgement that we were ever here, with wave after wave crashing upon the sand.

It's too deep in my blood to quit. I will keep searching as I am still hungry. It races through my veins and is constantly pulling me to it. I can not stop it. I think often of maybe I should just move to a new place but the Cape holds and has held my heart, it is where ai feel most alive and it is where I will rest my bones, lulled into that long sleep by the sound of those waves crashing on that lonely beach.

It will get better my friend, it will.

I went back to the beach full time so to say in 2001. For 11 years before then I fished strictly ( let's just say I was brainwashed into a cult) with a flyrod. Momonoy. Barnstable and the Elizabeth Islands were my haunts ( I averaged 33 plus days a year stalking the flats of Monomoy alone) After all that time the biggest fish I landed was 32 pounds on the flats or anywhere with the flyrod. Stifftip would call me and say he was catching on eel or plugging on the outer beach and I would cower in horror at the thought of such a barbarian way to take fish. I recovered my senses. In the fall of 2000 I went to the beach (Balstons to be exact) with a nine foot spinning rod with dusted off Penn 650ss and a plastic box with a dozen old rebels and such in it. I walked north to a point and rounded it to see before me a bowl in between two bar edges. I felt clumsy as I had not done that in a long time. With the box of plugs shoved down between my waders and my chest I snapped on a blue 7 inch Rebel. I caught fish for 3 hours, several in the 30 pound class and many in the 20 pound range. I didn't pick up a flyrod for almost three years after that night.

I recall the 70's and early 80's because they were the times I had the most fun, it was all new and exciting. One of the best periods of my life. The friends I had who are now gone for the most part. Places like Monomoy were wide open, no one ever borthered you if you landed there and not many people did land there to fish.

Yeah, maybe the 90' and early in this new century had good fishing, maybe as good as then, but the restrictions were being enforced on beach travel, the seals were beginning to be spoken of more and more and the big hits were beginning to be subtly noticed as being fewer and fewer. The best night I had in the last 30 years was in September 2003. It started at 7:30 at night at Hatches with a 31 pounder first cast on a BASSMASTER needlefish and ended , with fish still being caught, in exhaustion at 8:30 the next morning. Stifftip will tell you of LaFleur and I calling him on his cell phone and leaving messages with only the sound of our drags screaming as he fished a fishless Squibnocket Beach on the Vineyard. He had been with me every night that week as the fishing built and built but he had made a promise to go to MV to a friend for a night and he knew what was going to happen. The seals are the number one problem, no doubt in my mind. There will be no prolonged old days again until that problem is solved.

I am lucky to have had the many great nites on the back from 99-03.........to me it felt like magic...just as you Flap and others have described the good old days.....nothing much else like it. I met a older surf caster one spring morning at the Pilgrim Springs Motel. in 03..he and his buddy were sitting outside chewing the fat and started talking to me....he contently listenened to me tell my enthusiastic fish tales of the past 4 - 5 years since I had discovered the back beaches. He told me of days driving the beaches from Nauset to P-town and of big fish nites...it was a great conversation. I said to him that I will never be able to have what you did back then, but to me these are going to be my good old days. He looked at his friend and said here is a smart man.......little did I know then that possibly could have been the end of an other era. I wish I knew then who the older gentlman was...even though he had introduced himself I had never heard the name before......I have since......it was Tony C.........

I went to the A&P now GU (GOO) in P-town thisAM to buy eggs for breakfast with my fishing family. An older gent, JoeC, approached me and asked how the fishing was going. My sour self described my luck. As the conversation proceeded, he started telling me a story about a super-plug from back in the day. He described watching another fisherman snap in off and then finding it later himself. Thinking why not and tied it on. On cast, one fifty later he was sold. found out a local named ConradM built it. By now I was on to him. And I said that DannyP started building them didn't he. Yes he said. Look over here he said. He pulled that plug out of the back of his Jeep. Herring Danny Pichney Conrad. THE icon plug of the Second Rip. He also showed me some eels he had made from pork rind ....in 1975. Keeps them in brine and are dyed light blue and hand sewn from his own pattern. Yep caught 50s on them too. Has 5 50s in his career and is 85 years young. Changed my outlook on this avocation 180 degrees. Flap, you set it to music. I'm near as bitter now as when I woke. Thanks

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I fished Friday, Sat, Sunday and this morning. So many seals, so few fish. These seals must have weighed close to 1000#'s, they were huge. The only fish I saw, was one hanging out of a seals mouth.

I should have stayed home and fished in a seal free zone.

I did have a Bomba sighting though.

I saw both you guys! (bbj & P23) I think Fred is a stalker though. I literally saw him all over the place this weekend. He was everywhere. I saw him on shore, in boats, in cars. Lots of seals, but more Freds than fish for me this weekend.

Fished the Traps Friday night from low to about 2 hours up. Seals everywhere. Hooked into a bluefish with a bucktail jig (all I could throw in the wind) only to have a seal grab it about 20 yards from me. He came to the surface with my fish in his mouth and took off. Luckily I broke off before he spooled me... I was one unhappy camper.

between the seals, mung and howling NE wind Friday night was a bust...

Stan Kuzia told me your the best he's seen with a fly rod .

Ixnay on the oatbay!!!!!:rotf2: I saw you more often than you saw me:laugha: You almost ran over me at Pamet, missed me by 50 feet!!:sled:
Good seeing you and PapaBomba again.

Stan is a great guy. I wish to live as long and fish with as many people as he has. To know what he has forgotten would aide my struggle by years. Last week before me and Stiffy went to the OTW Striper Fest I met up with Stan to give him a plug I made for him. It was a six inch Stubby Waker in blue over silver with silver and blue glitter swirled on top. He said he really liked it and as I about to tell him how to fish it he started to tell me how to and he was exactly right. It made my day when he said how he thought the plug was really nice and would surely catch then he told me some ways they used to catch fish when things were slow and a cool story about fishing with Floyd Roman and a plug Floyd made for himself for use with an eelskin. It swam right on the bottom dragging it's nose in the sand. I got to find one of those plugs.

As to the flyfishing ability, well let's just say I really ( and still do) enjoyed it. I actually caught a 26 inch Codfish one December morning at Old Harbor in Sandwich while schoolie fishing there at the mouth. He was really good eating!

The Codfish ate a chartreuse over white Clouser (#2) on my 8 weight GLoomis with a AirFlo monocore and 10 pound flouro tippet (8 feet overall blood knotted starting at 30lb butt every 2 feet, it turned over better than anything I ever used)

That's the thing. The good old days were only a couple of years ago. I was lucky enough to have had fishing as good or better then anything I ever heard or read about. Last week I think I got my last #35-#37 fish from the outer beaches that I think I will ever get. I knew it would not last as it was but never did I think it would get as bad as it has and unfortunately there is no way to fix it.