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Topwater · 01-03-2002, 01:08 PM

Count me in on the plug drawing. I need some new plugs for my brand new custom 9 footer; that was a present for Christmas from my wife. She picked the colors and the wrap herself, with a little help from FW. Bluefish here I come.

Happy New Year to All.

Topwater.

OX · 01-03-2002, 02:19 PM

I'd like to play, PLEASE!

Saltheart · 01-03-2002, 02:48 PM

OK , here's the short version of a good fishing story:

I once had an old girlfriend who wanted to go fishing with me at Lake Quinsig in Worc/Shrewsbury MA. We were likely to get perch and largemouth bass , maybe even a trout. I had a good outfit but no spare so I set her up with an old baitcaster rod with a closed face zebco spinning reel on it.

It wouldn't cast at all so I tied a big striper lure on there so at least she could cast it. It was a Rebel about a foot long with 3 sets of treble hooks.
Beginners luck , she hooks the largest largemouth bass i have ever seen alive in my life. She takes one look at this huge bass and throws the rod and reel in the lake and runs back to the car in the parking lot screaming in fear!!

The bass swims away with the whole rig. I tried to snag it with mine but no luck.

As god is my witness , it's a true story.

TheSpecialist · 01-03-2002, 04:53 PM

Ok last year I took my brother and his friend , and brother in law, my sister and her boyfriend. We were using live herring. I was busy setting everyone up and hardly had time to get a line wet. After everyone elses lines were in I hooked a herring through the nostril. I went to cast it , and on the back cast it shot off and hit some guy in the back of the head. Embarassing yes, funny, yes only cause the guy had a sense of humor. Next time I get my lines in first.

redcrbbr · 01-03-2002, 04:58 PM

this is also a true story, this happened back when i was a young lad lobstering on a rather small day boat, probably not more than a 30 footer. we used to do two and three day trips with this old wooden, historic gem. well to get to the story we, the captain and i, would take turns driving the boat while the other guy slept. one night it was kinda rough out and we were heading for home when i noticed the boat was feeling a little more sluggish than usual, i slowed the boat down and just took a look around to see if i could see anything out of the ordinary. i didn't see anything unusual, but because i slowed the boat down the captain had woken up up and ask me what was going on. i told him what i thought , and he went out on deck and lifted a plate and to our surprise it was full of water. great i thought to myself we are sinking as panic rapidly started creeping in.
there is one thing you have to understand, back then we never left shore without dry rolling papers and enough stuff to keep one twisted till we reached the dock again. the captain just happened to be one of the biggest heads/burnouts around, i wasn't to far behind him myself back then.
well anyways to get back to the story, i guess he got on the radio and notified some help and returned to me as i was bailing the boat out with a 5 gallon bucket. he stuck his hand into the bilge and fished around a bit and pulled out the bilge pump and started to inspect it and (i remember this clearly) pulled the cover off of the pump and there was nothing in it but a bunch of corroded green wires. i was pretty much stressed out bailing like the wind and not seeming to get any where. i can really remember him asking me to go and get some peanut butter and i'm thinking to myself what the hells he want peanut butter for the damn boat is sinking, so i ran and got the peanut butter thinking maybe he is going to coat the wires with it to stop the corrosion so we can get the pump working again. i still remember the look on his face when i brought the peanut butter back to him and he asked "where's the bread" . we're on a sinking boat and this guy wanted a sandwich, he sat there eating his pb sandwich while i continued to bail. he then put the pump together again. needless to say the pump caught up with the water and the packing around the shaft needed tightening, and we made it home safe and sound. that was my last trip on that boat. but those words"where's the bread " will be with me forever

Slipknot · 01-03-2002, 06:26 PM

So Red, needless to say the captain just needed to take care of his MUNCHIES first, right.

Saltheart, LMAO that is one funny story, too bad about the poor bass but that is hilarious, I can picture her now tossing the rod and running away

Arby · 01-04-2002, 07:27 AM

Hey, so my no-luck streak can continue... Count me in...

JohnR · 01-04-2002, 08:34 AM

LMAO Red - The sky is falling and skipper want's a frieking sandwich - hehehe...

HESH2
Saltheart
Crafty Angler
Got Stripers
ragfly
specialist
redcrbbr
Fisherwoman
Smokey
mikeybluefish
milo
Slipknot
ChrisL
Jenty
Bob Senior
Quint
Carl
Anthony
S.I.M
DZ
Topwater
OX
Arby

And those with stories that get a bonus round:
RedCbbr
Saltheart
Specialist

Does anyone remember the guy, probably the islands only semi-homeless individual, that used to wear the gorilla mask at Sharky's Landing on the Vineyard? Had the real old and mangy dog? Last time I saw him was 3 or 4 years ago? Anyone remember him?

JHABS · 01-04-2002, 08:51 AM

JOHN, I don't have enough PLUGS.

DZ · 01-04-2002, 09:55 AM

What's your Favorite Flavor?

We all knew we were pushing the season. It was now late November, Thanksgiving Turkey just a recent memory. Bass were still to be had on these island shores although we had yet to see any on this our last weekend trip of the year. Very few casters were on island now, just the hard core, the shadows in the night.
Zeke, Al and I worked the rock bar with needlefish plugs in the 35-degree night. Very cold but at least the wind was calm. We waded the bar gingerly so as not to get our hands wet, as they would then become useless appendages. We cast for an hour with no action save for the occasional 8-inch sand eel we would snag on our plugs. At least the bait was present.
Then it started. Zeke was the first to hook-up when we heard him mutter, "I'm on". Before Zeke could land his fish Al and I also hooked-up. These fish fought differently and when we beached them we knew why. They were all dogfish. Not an uncommon occurrence in the surf this time of year with the cooler water temps, but usually caught by the bait guys, not plugging. We continued to catch these doggies for the next half-hour. As we landed them they would spit up sand eels. By now we were somewhat resigned to the fact that we might not catch any bass. So we started to have some fun with our "dogfish blitz". We began a contest to see who could land the largest doggie, the winner would lay claim to a whole pint of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream back at the cottage. As one of us would hook-up we would lean into the rod and yell "This is the pool winner" or "Bet you can't beat this one". We just couldn't believe we had all this bait but no bass. Must have passed by the island early this year.
Al had the lead with a nice 7-8 pound doggie. He said that the ice cream back at the cottage was already starting to taste good. I had another hook-up. Al and Zeke being the jokers they are started barking at me like dogs. But this hook-up was different; it was taking some line and heading up the bar with me in tow. Al and Zeke thought I was playing it up and followed me as I chased my ice cream winning doggie, the guys barking and laughing at me the whole time. When I finally had this hook-up in the wash I put my neck light on it to reveal a plump 20-pound bass. I lifted her up, turned and faced the guys who were still barking. Talk about two guys shutting up quick and running back to continue casting. I'd say I had the last laugh of the night (as well as what was the last bass of the season).
Al won the ice cream that night as my bass was ruled an ineligible species in the dogfish contest. He did share it with us. Since that night the three of us now refer "Chunky Monkey" as "Dandy Dogfish".

DZ

JohnR · 01-04-2002, 10:34 AM

Hab's - you should be DONATING plugs....

That's funny DZ!!! Did their jaws just drop and freze when they saw your measely bass?

Then there is always Thumper & the Bass.... Hopefully, I'll be seeing "Thumper" next Wednesday....

JHABS · 01-04-2002, 11:05 AM

JOHN R, I can do that.

DZ · 01-04-2002, 01:04 PM

John,
Yea "Thumper & the Bass" is my classic BI story. Bobby is such a great guy and he really enjoyed that story after it was published in The Fisherman magazine. He became instantly famous. Of course he still builds the best surf rod in New England bar none.
My ice cream story is a compilation of events that have happend to me. I've combined them in one story because I just love to spin a yarn. Glad you enjoyed it.

Crafty Angler · 01-04-2002, 09:18 PM

I'll second D's opinion on Bobby's rod-building. No doubt about it, Bobby (Thumper) is one of the nicest guys around and does an incredible job on his custom rods.

He did a terrific job on my Lami 120 1L and this spring I'm gonna have him do a 10' Ron Arra for me...

Ooops, here comes the missus...gotta go...

Bob Senior · 01-05-2002, 08:40 AM

Last summer, in August I think, the blues were busting all over the place around Monohan's dock in Narragansett at dawn. I got there, along with about 10 other guys, before the sun came up, and we all headed for the rocks to throw poppers at the noises (couldn't see anything yet but we could hear them).

There was an old Toyota fastback car parked right in the middle of the parking area; the kind with the huge back window that sloped forward over a rear deck that was the rear seat folded down. In the dark you could see that there were people inside, but no one paid any attention in the dark.

Well, when the sun started to come up and beamed into the car, it turned out that the people inside were two mid-20s kids, one male and one female, both sound asleep right underneath the sloping back window of the car. The guy was sleeping on his stomach; the girl was sleeping on her back. BUT, they were both strip, stark naked and surrounded by about two dozen empty Heineken bottles and a scrunched up blanket that covered their feet up to their ankles--only!

Suddenly all those old blues whackers were milling around the back of the Toyota, ignoring the blues, and looking a lot like the smilies above!!! Except for me, of course.

Two massively hung over people trying to get dressed in a Toyota, while ten (remember that the 11th was fishing) grizzly dawn patrollers leaning on their Lamis were standing five feet away gawking into the back window, must have been a religious experience!

The kids left the area rather quickly when they woke up, much to the amusement and loud cheers of the crowd--I think they got a room next time.

nightfighter · 01-05-2002, 11:03 AM

Hey, can I play with you guys in this luck of the draw??

As for story, a couple of years ago, during our annual Cuttail Classic tourney, I was working a couple live eels during the dark hours, (see screen name) but was obviously not working where the big boys were. My brother fished from sundown till his "tribe" of 5 kids had had enough. He just left a couple baited hooks dangling from his transom over night. Lo and behold, the next morning he went to wash the boat down and reeled in the aforementioned hooks. He and the kids ended up winning a prize for most exotic fish of the tourney, a three foot long eel......... go figure

bassmaster · 01-05-2002, 11:17 PM

I need those plugs

TheSpecialist · 01-06-2002, 08:09 AM

You need those plugs like Gates needs more money.

JohnR · 01-09-2002, 08:54 AM

Awww Cra.... - blew right on passed the end date!!!

OK - so, here are the people that signed up for the giveaway:

HESH2
Saltheart
Crafty Angler
Got Stripers
ragfly
specialist
redcrbbr
Fisherwoman
Smokey
mikeybluefish
milo
Slipknot
ChrisL
Jenty
Bob Senior
Quint
Carl
Anthony
S.I.M
DZ
Topwater
OX
NightFighter
BM

Holler if I missed you!!!

And those that put up stories for Tatto/Fishpart/&CRatt to vote on:

GS
Saltheart
Specialist
Redcrbbr
DZ
Bob Senior
Nightfighter

Remember the funniest stories will get 3 extra chances. And I'm going to group everything together into sets of plugs & jigs....

bloocrab · 01-09-2002, 09:33 AM

Last Stripa Semista...headed toward Provincetown's Race Point Beach...I'm driving along the road alongside the beach headed to the spot that I had scouted out in the daylight..(as it was well after 2am now)...when I came across this big Bronco that had its high beams aimed at the ocean surf and there was a man standing on the sand looking out toward the ocean...I panic a bit and figure that someone had been pulled in by the undertow and maybe they have no phone or need help so I stop the car and quickly head toward the man on the beach...when suddenly another man appears, running out of the water...NAKED...bouncing everywhere...and runs directly into the arms of the other man, ( I'm about 25 ft away) they both turn and look at me while I run as fast as I can back to my car... they must have had a Great laugh that night.....I DID NOT FISH THAT NIGHT!!

..Ya never know what to expect, when fishing those back beaches of the cape...especially toward the tip!!

Tattoo · 01-09-2002, 11:07 AM

I vote for the guy that buys the most blooberries!

Bloo, did they run after you? You look cute in waders.....

Crafty Angler · 01-12-2002, 01:24 AM

Sometimes wading at night can get just a little spooky.

Some years ago a friend of mine and myself were trying to figure out where to fish during the summer doldrums after getting skunked night after night at our regular spots. It was getting to be pretty frustrating, everywhere on the island was totally dead. Then we heard that some fish had turned up in Potters Cove and that was all we needed to hear.

Fog had begun to roll in that night as we crossed the Newport Bridge and headed for Jamestown. We were looking forward to anything at the end of a line - schoolies, blues, we didn't care - to break the curse and pull out of the slump.

As soon as we waded out into the cove we could hear an occasional splash in the far distance through the thickening fog.

"Didja hear that?" Paul said. "Maybe it's bass!"

"Yeah, I dunno - could be bluefish, too, who knows. Hey, some fish is better than no fish!"

We waded out waist deep across the soft mud. The tide was outgoing and we both started plugging toward the sounds in the fog.

We kept on for a half an hour with no hits, changing plugs and retrieves, trying everything we had with us. We could still hear the sounds of the occasional break but now with foghorns as a backdrop as it turned to pea-soup. The bridge disappeared in the mist.

"Any hits yet?"

"Nope - nothin'. I don't know, something's out there, though. I can still hear 'em."

I wasn't going to give up - it was always a contest anyway to see who would have the first fish for bragging rights, regardless of what it was. I looked over to my left in Paul's direction, he was less than 50 feet away, barely outlined in the haze. Now the only sound we heard was the plugs hitting the water. It had gotten eerily quiet.

All of a sudden, without warning, I heard him yell.

"ARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! GEEEEZUZZZZ!"

It scared the hell out of me in the silence and I could hear him thrashing around in the water.

"PAUL! WHAT'S THE MATTER? YOU OKAY?"

"GODDAMMIT!!!"

I turned on my necklight, rushed over to where he was and saw him trying to regain his balance. " Hey, what's wrong?"

"A coodeeesh! Goddam horseshoe crabs!"

As I looked down into the water when I got up next to him, there was a horseshoe crab trying to hop onto the boot of his waders as he backpeddled, no doubt mistaking the boot for...well, a lady horseshoe crab, I guess. Having the amorous crab grab his boot in the foggy darkness must have startled the hell out of him.

When I realized what had happened, I started to laughed so hard I literally couldn't stand up in the water. I finally had to stagger back into shore, laughing all the way and sit on the rocks until I stopped cracking up.

When he came out of the water I said "Hey, man, horseshoe crabs don't count."

thewaterfordstriper · 01-13-2002, 02:43 PM

i want in those plugs look sweet.

JohnR · 01-14-2002, 08:34 AM

Having made an executive decision here, I'm going to extend this out until 5pm. So if anyone else wants to sign up, please do so by 5 pm. Tomorrow, I'd like C-ratt, Tattoo, & Fishpart to decide which stories they like best for extra credit. If they don't decide, well, I guess I'll be forced to keep the STUFF!!! I'll have Liam (or maybe my God Daughter

) pull the names on Wednessday or Thursday... Thanks to every that pitched in!

Arby · 01-14-2002, 10:31 AM

You forgot me on the last list you made, John. I figure it's because I'm not a Pats fan or I live in "The Garden State"

I want in....

STEVE IN MASS · 01-14-2002, 11:18 AM

Garden State? - Nah.......it's the Pats thing.............

You Giant Fan you.............

SeaWolf · 01-14-2002, 12:07 PM

tattoo, i'll buy you a blueberry! got sam???

ok, it's last fall. new moon, foggy, lots on mung around, and lots of fish. i'm out perched on a rock next to a couple friends. we were picking up some bass and after every cast you had to clean your lure/line/teaser/terminal from the mung. we had some nice fish too, so it made us stick it out. now, you CANNOT turn on your flashlight to clean anything off. or even while landing a fish. so, i'm bringing in my lure, i'm starting to reach to clean off what i think is a nice pile of mung. as i'm feeling it take it off i'm thinking that this feels a little hard for mun....OOOOUUUUUWWWWAAAAHHHH!!!!! YOU SONOFABIT... and i pull my now pinched finger out of the green crabs pincher. my friends are asking what happened as i grab my rod and swing the lure w/ the crab still on it into a rock in front of me me make some scrambled crab. i tell them i got bit by a crab and they are laughing. yeah, real funny. eventually, i go back to the truck and glue the 1/2" gash in my finger back together. you know what's almost as good? i almost had the same thing happend the next week! this time, i pulled away just in time. but, i never put that light on!

like i need another lure, but sure...

JohnR · 01-14-2002, 12:33 PM

Updates:

Entered:
HESH2
Saltheart
Crafty Angler
Got Stripers
ragfly
specialist
redcrbbr
Fisherwoman
Smokey
mikeybluefish
milo
Slipknot
ChrisL
Jenty
Bob Senior
Quint
Carl
Anthony
S.I.M
DZ
Topwater
OX
NightFighter
BM
Waterford
Arby
Seawolf

***** Am I missing Anyone? *****

Now for Stories:
GS
Saltheart
Specialist
Redcrbbr
DZ
Bob Senior
Nightfighter
Seawolf

And for Votes:
I have C-ratts already...

Arby · 01-14-2002, 01:11 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by STEVE IN MASS
Garden State? - Nah.......it's the Pats thing.............

You Giant Fan you.............

Steve, I figured as much

STEVE IN MASS · 01-14-2002, 01:25 PM

Actually, Arby, before the Pats were "born", most New Eglanders were Giants fans. My father grew up in Lowell, and when I was a kid living down in Clifton, NJ, I remeber him enthusiastically routing for the Giants.

Now the Yankees.........that would be a different story. That's why when he moved to NJ he (and therefore I) became a Met's fan........he couldn't stand to watch the Yankees.......