Striped Bass - Myco - Toxins Passed to Young -- No Problem

[Fish_Eye]

There are absolutely no problems with the health of the striped bass.

However, you'll find me fishing the 2010 season with the new essential surf fishing ensemble.

Cuts and scratches on you hands? No problem!

Fish covered up in scuzz? No problem!

Slip and fall off the rocks at Newton Ave...no problem...you'll float like an offshore balloon for hours.

Code orange alert. No problem!

Striper sashimi -- BIG problem!

[Slipknot]

NO PROBLEM





maybe I ate too much striper and that is why I have a second stomach growing in front of my other stomach
catch and release from now on


can I borrow your suit Mike?

[Peterjay]

I take the opposite approach: I fish naked, which admittedly shortens my season a bit and limits me to night fishing, but hey, it's a small price to pay for peace of mind. Before getting into my clothes, I spend a few minutes standing under the Clorox shower that I installed on the back of the truck. While the engine is warming up, I insert the needle from the antibiotic IV drip that hangs from the ceiling. When I pull into the driveway, I give myself a couple of jolts with a Taser, just to get rid of any striper cooties that may have survived the trip home. The regimen seems to be working, but my wife has mixed feelings about it: she isn't exactly wild about the platinum blond hair, though she claims I smell a lot better than I used to.

[Mr. Sandman]

This year we well see Aquaskinz and others pushing HAZMAT surf fishing gear...for the Striper fisherman in your family....safety first.

[Rob Rockcrawler]

Originally Posted by Peterjay

I take the opposite approach: I fish naked, which admittedly shortens my season a bit and limits me to night fishing, but hey, it's a small price to pay for peace of mind. Before getting into my clothes, I spend a few minutes standing under the Clorox shower that I installed on the back of the truck. While the engine is warming up, I insert the needle from the antibiotic IV drip that hangs from the ceiling. When I pull into the driveway, I give myself a couple of jolts with a Taser, just to get rid of any striper cooties that may have survived the trip home. The regimen seems to be working, but my wife has mixed feelings about it: she isn't exactly wild about the platinum blond hair, though she claims I smell a lot better than I used to.

Its all about the taser.