Archive for October, 2011

Me and Albert

Posted on October 20th, 2011

A time ago I took a correspondence course from the Shakey The Mohel School of Film. Anyway, here’s some less than stable shots from an old trip* that at least shows somewhat the blast of chasing false albacore. *(Repurposed from a while back, just because.)

Bass, Menhaden, Everything

Posted on October 19th, 2011

The striped bass of the Chesapeake, and therefore the Eastern Seaboard, got a dose of good news this week with a big spike in the Young of the Year numbers. I spoke briefly with my friend John Page Williams of the Chesapeake Bay Foundation about it, and he said it has everything to do with ideal weather conditions during spawn and early life stage. Of course, the best news for the striped bass in the long run could come out of the ASMFC meeting in Boston in two weeks. Williams and his friends in the CCA and other conservation groups have been working hard to ensure that the result comes down in favor of protecting the bass. “It looks to be a landmark vote,”…

Karmic Payoffs Do Not Exist

Posted on October 15th, 2011

I emailed the forecast late last night to Nick Murray, who responded “Too late to back out now.” OK, then. I’d already bailed on a Montauk trip this week, and got burned by it. Stripers still eat during Small Craft Advisories.   You go on days like today, you figure you are owed something. But the fish don’t know shit about Karma or paying dues or risk-reward. They’re either there or not. They were not. But Mr. Murray caught a fluke.

On and Off the King’s Highway

Posted on October 14th, 2011

The delivery captain loosened up and had some stories about things. New Age mystics had commissioned him for a night trip, once, and he lost power, and a strange green light rose up around the boat. Then one time a low-flying Cessna headed for the south island fell out of the sky and disappeared below the waves in a blink. We all needed to unwind after the crossing; holding tight in 8 to 10s in the stream built a collective nervous tension. The tables at the restaurant sat under a trellis on an open-air patio, and the breeze kicked up from the front that had hindered our cruise, sending napkins into the air. Tim tried the ring toss game and stuck it on the…

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