Toggin'
 

Went Toggin' with Clammer Fri am. The air temp was in the low 20's and the bay was choppy, making for a chilly ride south of the bridges. We anchored up in about 60' and got consistent action right away. We ended up with 12 keepers to 9#'s and a bunch of throw backs. Dress warm.....

Duuuuuuude.....:drool::drool::drool:

I got lots of filleting to do now....:musc::crying:

I told Mike to go deeper Dave...
glad it payed off...
it will stay good if the weather breaks after this SW blow coming through...

"I got lots of filleting to do now...."

Three words:
Electric Carving Knife

Dude...You just made my weekend...Great idea..I'm trying that now...Thanx

Hmmm, makes me think of Crafty Tog Stew (or whatever the bleep he called it)...

Nice work Mike & Dave

YOU MUST BE CONFUSED >>> I DIDN<T GO FISHIN :read:

Tautog01 and I don't know much, but we know blackfish :gu::D

That's because you lazy arse was still asleep:chatter:whackin::doh:

Pardon me, Cap, but in epicurean circles it's known as Drunken Blackfish Stew...:fishslap:

Wait a minute, that reminds me of a story (uh oh, here we go :hs: )

Back in the day when men were men and the fish were afraid and I was just a mere slip of a lad, a group of commercial fishermen from the trap company just down the wharf had just come back from a trip and were enjoying a few bottles of 'Gansett at the Acorn Inn just at the bottom of our street on Thames. If memory serves this is in the late '50's, maybe early '60's -

Our next door neighbor walks in with a bucket of blackfish he'd just caught out of his skiff and sits next to them and asks the bartender if he'd like some fish.

The trap fishermen apparently began to make a few comments about the fish, the fisherman and finally his parent's marital status at the time of his birth followed by an assessment of his sexual preference.

After the laughter dies down and the trap men return to their beers, the blackfisher quietly gets up, walks over behind the loudest of the bunch, reaches into his pail and takes out a 12# tog, hauls off and and proceeds to absolutely wail the guy with it.

Knocked the guy clear off the stool and put him out cold as a codfish on the floor :rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao:

That story is true - the bar is still there, although they now serve Cosmos to young things, and both combatants are still alive and love the story even more than I do. It's a neighborhood legend in fact.

Ahh, the good old days.....:buds:

Now if you would only give it up Crafty one.....:cheers2:

RIR

Ya know ;;
when ya got a feeling ya gotta play it out //

1st drop of the anchor / 2 minutes & were in to fish :eyes:

BTW .. with the cold & strong North wind / there were [ZERO} boats on B/R or B/T .,.,.,

good to go again /if this wind lays down > But I,m F $%^&*( f-18 is going to Florida & I have no one to tie my knots or pick me up when I fall ..>>>>>its a bitch fishing from the lower deck & a M/F%^er to try & drive / when ya have no visability .,.,.:blush:

Hey Clammer - if ya need a 1st mate next time around give me a shout -

I own long johns & gloves and I have prior experience with keeping an eye on the elderly :rotflmao:

Ya better be strong tooooo...Not easy prying him off the deck.....lol:wavey:

Dave

gotta have that harness installed ........Just like a baby,s jumpier ... have to alsi install A pole to hang it from :lasso::spin:

Nice job guys. Love to go but been on the road for 3 weeks.

Hey Mike, you're gonna give away all your blackfish spots -

All anybody has to do is keep a watch out for an Eastern rigged quahog skiff with some crazy old guy hanging from the boom :bl: