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Originally Posted by Backbeach Jake
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....
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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.