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Cain't and woant fish under those types of condish's.
For the very same reasons that I won't fish The Ditch, PI Beach, SOCO Bways, and why 99.9% of my fishing is done from 0300 to first light at "Korkers Required" spots that usually follow at least a 1/4 mile trek..............................
Primarily, in my view, what is the thrill behind catching dinks? You are only risking damaging yer future COW, and possibly killing your grandson's Trophy. Sorry but, I MOVE when it's schoolies every cast and I don't seem to be raising the BIG mommas that may or may not be amongst the rats.
Secondly, I never will understand the pursuit of big or little fish with light tackle. What, is it some sort of machismo BS? "Hey look at me, I landed this '20# MONSTER' on 12# test and no shock leader!!". Translation: "Hey look at me, I'm the insecure idiot increasing the release mortality rate and bringing a fish close to exhaustion, that I'll prolly just toss back into the surf with no concern for its well being after." Mommalukes, and a definite scar on the face of recreational/pro fishing.
I'm not advocating bringing a sizeable fish in GREEN, just never was one for increasing the playing time in the perceived interest of the extended fight somehow making someone a "better" angler for doing so. The TRUE sportsman will, if not keeping, C&R in due time and send schoolie and trophy alike on their revived and no worse for the battle ways, imho.
Lastly, the solitude ~or a group of 4 to 5, max, feeshin' buddies~ is my idea of the quintessential Striper Coast experience. There is just somethin' that ties one into the historic past and the majestic present when settting-up on an above average sized Linesider whilest out upon that infrequent and hard earned perch. Whether she be fooled by plug, eel, chunk, tin, or jig the fooling of our elusive quarry and the finding of her maw is what calls me to the surf each night. And besting the BIG GURLS is what makes all the homework, the miles, and the moons ~ALL, well worth their while. Besides to me, the Hunt is just as much a part of the fight and equally as rewarding as the successful release of our vaunted prey.
Very tough for me to stomach the mistreatment of our beloved species and I'd prolly be the one screaming at the newbs running up and down the beach and properly releasing the stripers while dodging all the googanity. Never have been one for shoulder to shoulder "fishing", if you could call it that.
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