Fish Tales From Slower Lower

i was out at gordons pond last friday , windy as ...... well it was windy . i caught 5 skates and a cold . i may go down this friday .

weather looks nice ... i need a new pole . had my old one my surf pole rack for the hitch . forgot it sticks out a little further now drove the bottom of the pole in to the curb ...ouch. broke it in two

i forgot about the kite fez .... thats always fun ... i'm coming down now.

the capered crew (me and old_bald_guy) hit the surf (cape henlopen point) for a bit at 5:30 today, stayed until dusk. didn't catch any fish but hooked a pig on the way home . i'll let old_bald_guy elaborate on that. did you get a citation for that one?

tried to get up with the south crew on the cb with no luck, since cell reception is horrible on the beach

The young Lewes Gumshoe just finished his 7:30PM donut break when he noticed a scofflaw cruizin down Kings Hwy with his "off road" lights on. He thought to himself what a great collar on a dull Thursday evening in Mayberry. I can add this menace to my resume of road hazards removed my my turf. I answered his question, "Where are you coming from?" with a somewhat arrogant answer, "From the Beach! We were fishing". You would think the flatfoot would have notices the array of coolers, rods and hardware hanging on the back of my beach rig but I'm sure it was his attempt to be cordial. I thought a slightly more agressive approach to his question would only reflect my disgust. So I sit there listening to my hero Michael Savage awaiting my prize. Yee Haa, I am Thursday nights villian in sleepy town and this threat to society will now pay for his malicious deeds. $29.40 for my evilness of forgetting to unflip my flipped Daylighters. Oh well, we can all sleep tonight knowing Lewestowns finest are busy protecting us from the rodents who permiate our society. I am now stepping down from my soapbox. I feel much better now.

I was communicating with the Ferry by morse while on the beach, what does that tell ya!

dont' let him fool you! it was no accident. i was saw (and heard) the whole thing. we were communicating on the cb as it happened. when he saw the cop he actually hit a hidden switch under the dash that dumped an extra 10 volt into the lights increasing they're luminocity. i heard him exclaim "how do you like that copper! you'll never take me alive!" through the cb. then i witnessed his fatal flaw.

i then watched him down shift and attempt a speedy getaway, however, he had forgotten that he wasn't driving his speedy G35 but a 4 banger with 31s and the aerodynamic properties of a brick . and instead of speeding away into the night... he got nailed. the failure to dim lights was no accident, totally malicous.

There is no justice in this world. Capered's G-Mom is a notorious mailbox phenom who has 3 postal box fatalities to her credit. At 87, blind in her left eye and completely oblivious to anything approaching from her portside (beware of a white '91 cherokee in the 5 points area), the right to drive is as sacred as our 1st amendment which allows me to vent. Can we please move on (not .org, those idiots), I would like to forget the stressful ordeal and get back to the joys of hunting fish on Delaware Beaches. Maybe I should just stick with hunting them by pontoon boat.

I went out solo to the Cape North end at 6:00pm, low tide. wearing the chest waders and foul weather jacket, waded out as far as I dare. Tossing some mackeral chunks till 7:45 and picked up 2 sharks. When the tide changed, the rollers moved in fast. Called it quits and headed home. I left my high beams off all the way.