These are some recaps of some of the “events” or happenings of my fishing trips.
Well it finally happened, 3:30 AM I was releasing a Bass when I had a hook go through my finger. So with the Bass and me hooked at the same time I cut the hook from my finger, released the Bass pulled the hook out and taped the finger up and fished for another 5 hours. It was a hook with a crushed barb and carrying the small bolt cutters paid off big time. There was a man and woman fishing 50 feet from me and no one else around, wonder what they were thinking when I yelled WTF when I realized what had happened.
Went on a long walk fishing with my friend Rich to a remote location. We didn’t catch anything, but at 3:50 AM, in I guess what you would call a bunker, he showed me the insides of one, that I took a pic of. There was also like 50 bats in it that were startled and started flying all over. Rich assured me they would not fly into me “they have incredible radar”.
July and Al Ristori
Was fishing Sea Girt area and the sun came up.
I caught a couple Rays and sea robins and small blue fish. The Rays were big 20-40 pounds.
As I was catching the Rays a guy comes over and talks with me and takes a few casts. Nice guy. Ends up he was Al Ristori.
He wrote about me catching the fish in his column. The Rays were very tough getting in. Was using G-Loomis IMX 1204-2S-SUR10 ‘ rated 1/2 – 3 oz, I was thrilled how it handled those Rays. Here is his column (I fished the Sunday before). I joked about it with Rich about getting mugged by Al Ristori.
A rough fishing trip:
Started off 2 hours before leaving for the trip with one of my cats trying to jump over my shoulder and missing, no big deal, 2 scratches down the side of my face, bleeding stopped on 15 minutes.
Started fishing bay side at 1:30 AM, fished for 30 minutes, saw lightning, headed back to the Honda (mile walk each way), moved to the ocean, no lightning. Fished a few areas, worked way down the beach around a mile, was walking around end of a jetty and the sand caves in a foot or 2, then 2 seconds later caves in further, I reach out onto rocks, slam reel on rocks, stop free fall. Climb out, fish more, work way back to Honda, no action (bleeding of ankle has stopped). Decide to go bay side and scout out an area that I have never fished. Walking the shoreline to the area, there was a soccer game going on water side (its 8:30 AM), a guy is running right at me not looking where he is going, I lower my shoulder and when he hits me he crumbles to the ground, gets up and apologizes (no blood). I get to my spot wade pretty far out, no action but am happy just to be fishing.. I decide to try a different path to get to shore, all is well almost there and the next thing I know I go from a nice sand bottom to sinking in mud, climb out of the mud, retrace original path and get to land. Am finished fishing at 10:30. Bloody skunk for me. But can’t wait for next fishing trip.
Being so into fishing I threw a lure (Super Strike Popper, by hand) into a tree to try to hook a broken branch and pull the branch down (after a big storm, many branches broke, this branch was still hanging). Well the plug never left my hand….
I went ocean side in late May. Took my Breakaway Omega rod for long casts. After sun up I saw a little rippling in the water a solid 100+ yards out. I put on a Jrod metal 4 oz bunker and threw what was probably my longest cast I have ever made. The lure gets down deep fast, started reeling in and I was into a good fish. Landed a 37” Striper. Next cast, just as long, a few turns of the reel and I was into a bigger fish. This one was 41 inches. Kept both (only time I have ever kept two bass on the same trip).
In 2008 I was ocean side, around 7:00 AM, was throwing a orange/red head pencil with a deceiver as a teaser. Fishing a rip that was a couple hundred feet out. Had a hit and missed. Then a couple casts later I was into a fish that had my VS screaming. Landed and released my first Albie. What a great rush fighting that fish, I was shaking from the adrenalin rush after the release.
In the dark over the years…
Things in the dark tend to be a little more intense. Here are a few things that “startled” me and other memorable experiences (I fish alone most of the time, most of these things happened while I was out there by my self).
At 4:00 AM one morning a seal popped its head out of the water about 15 feet from me. I had waded about a 100 feet out and it scared the daylights out of me. I got out of that water in no time.
3:00 AM one morning, walking a path to get to an area bay side and some guy basically pops out from behind a bush and says “Hi, how ya doing”. Heart beat was off the charts.
Was bay side about 20 feet out in the water around 3:00 AM, lots of current. Even though I knew there was stuff in the water (logs and things), when a log hit me in the back of the legs (I recognized it was a log), I still screamed like a little girl and ran out of the water.
So I am out front ocean side at 1:30 AM, low tide, I wade out about 30 feet and feel something brush my leg. Its a full moon and I can see a bunker between my legs. I try grabbing it and missed. 5 minutes later, 10 feet further north, I feel another bump and there is another bunker, I think great, bunker in close. I grab for it and miss again (was in the wash area). Now I move and watch it follow me, between my legs, finally I reach down and grab it, it is dead and attached to 100 feet of line wrapped around my leg.
Some other stuff:
Was bay side fishing a river one evening with Greg. When we started I heard what sounded like a deep voice behind me saying something I could not understand. I looked behind me and there was nobody. Greg came over, heard it looked around and could not find anything, it would come and go, real deep voice, I could make out a word every once and a while. He went back to fishing, I waded out as far as I could go, the voice followed. I was looking behind me quickly, looking above me, whichever way I turned it was behind me, it was freaking me out big time. Finally thought it was coming from my back pack. Went and took it off and found a tiny tape recorder that I used to use when I tagged fish. It had turned on some how, but was playing in the slow mode, which explained the real deep voices and time lags between when I heard things.
Back in 1998 when I was relatively new to surf fishing, I read an article on fishing needle fish. Slow, raise the rod on 45 degree angles, side to side. Was ocean side around 3:30 AM. Had a big hit on a Super Strike green needle and missed it. Then on the next cast I hooked into a 38 inch Striper. I released it. Was my largest bass at that time and was a rush.
In 2007 I got into a bunch of Blues 30 inch plus all by myself, no one in sight. I had a crappy pair of pliers, trebles on a few lures tails and basically got my ass kicked by the Gators. Had a ball but was a bloody mess after the ruckus. When I was done I had to walk a mile along the beach to get back to the jeep. Past a good 50 people fishing who had only caught a few Robins and Fluke. I looked like I had just come from a slaughter house. Crazy looks from everyone. But after that morning I bought a great pair of pliers, changed all tail hooks to single hooks and since then have not even come close to looking that bloody.
Found this one night. Not scary in the light of day, but at 2:00 AM I was a bit startled.