Friday, December 25, 2009: Waves: 2-3 feet, easterly wind swell. Water clarity: Very good. Beach for driving: tricky at spots but passable.
No fishing reports so I’ll just blog away the day.
A heartfelt Merry Christmas to all. Now, to move on and make the very most of 2010. I never used to believe in New Year’s resolutions but the older I get the more they take on life merit. This coming year I’m going wet and wild. I’m vowing to drink more water, as in loads of it. Go ahead and chuckle. However, every medical report coming down the pike of late indicates there is no quicker way to drop your health into the crapper than to go Sahara on your body. They now recommend a seemingly untenable 10 glasses of aqua per day, minimum. Your first thought is how to trick the system and make water drinking a kick-ass form of fluid intake. For you, coffee and beer comes gushing to mind. Being a lifelong nondrinker and having done only a spit-out mouthful of coffee when I was younger, my mandatory-moisture masquerade centers on the possibility of energy drinks and Pepsi keeping my saturated. Doesn’t work, per every study I read. Ya gotta drink actual H2O. One concession doctors make is OK’ing a squeeze or two of fresh lemon into water bound for belly and beyond.
Anyway, why not make this the year you parlay a resolution right into a life change for the better?
YOTE NOTES: The snow has knocked down my holiday activities, which range from tracking to stripering to treasure hunting to clamming. I did go out yesterday to do some tracking work at a coyote hotspot. I was astonished to find absolutely no tracks at all, of any sort. Generally, coyote don’t hibernate, though they do hunker down for nasty weather, so maybe the recent snow storm has pushed them into a siesta mode. However, and far more likely, the recent firearm deer season (now over) always gets the wild canines heading for the hills. In this case, “the hills” are snug against the hairline of humanity. I assure that coyote are plenty smart enough to know it’s a jungle out there when shotguns and high-powered rifles are blazing (often blindly). Coyote are never closer to humans than during the height of gunning season. My tracking data bears that out repeatedly.
I got an email not that long ago asking if coyote sometimes sidle up to man the way foxes often do. I’ve never seen it. I have often seen coyote pairs settle in within instant-access distance from homes near wooded areas. They become permanent nearby residents of what is essentially a prime food source. I’ve even heard of mixed breeds (dog/coyote mixes) in the wilds holding their ground in the face of humans – willing to momentarily lock eyes with mankind, maybe experiencing some distant genetic memory of days rolled up on a rug in front of fireplace. However, a full-blown coyote is not only utterly unapproachable but flees at even the slightest indicator (sound, scent) that humans are nearby. The only exception – and one I’ve experienced a few times while deep-woods mountain biking – are coyotes with their young. The pups are very curious and seem utterly astonished at the sight of a human. In those cases, a parental adult will sometimes nervously flit around nearby, barring its teeth but with its tail between its legs, meaning they’re scared beyond belief. I had one playful coyote pup run toward me in a total fun and curious game-of-sorts. It did little loops toward me – getting as close as 15 feet away. I realized how easy it must have been for mankind to make the greatest nonhuman bond of all time – finding his best friend in the hook-up process.
Here’s a message from site regular Ron K.:
Concerning summer flounder regs, I have a solution which will absolutely guarantee that the feds, and both commercial and recreational fishermen could be satisfied. Although size limits can generally be used to classify various species, it would seem to me that because of differences in food supplies, environment and just good old fashioned genetics various species will grow at different rates. As an example, my parents due to diet were basically small people. My mother was a towering 5 feet tall. All the children are considerably larger than that. So, what would make fish any different? I can remember our fish tank, nothing ever grew yet, the same group of fish in other tanks grew substantially. Something to do with fresh water, food, filtration, whatever. So, lets set an age limit for fish rather than size. And, here is the good part, we can have the government hire huge numbers of people to capture all the flounder, determine their age, tag them with their approximate birth dates and release them back in to the wild. We could then catch fish without any issues. As part of the new licensing program, part of the money could be spent on calendars which would show the appropriate dates for capture, much like the "you must be 21 years old" calendar seen in a liquor store. It would definitely be a productive way to spend all that loot being repaid by the banks and credit card companies. Of course, being devious, I would "encourage" one of the government employees to put on a special homing device on the fish so that I could easily locate them. Actually, the government could use this type of technology by launching a couple of billion dollar satellites to monitor the movement of underage fish which have been illegally kept. They would then have an option to directly intervene with state police, capture the boats registration number to mail summonses like traffic light cameras or, in extreme cases, call in one of the drones stationed at McGuire AFB for a rocket attack on the offender.(No, I'm not aware of any drones at the base, I just assume that the wars will end someday and they will need to park them somewhere).