Daily Fishing and Outdoor Report
I did have one wildish catch today: my first ever houndfish. It wasn’t one of those mega-needlefish like those being caught during summer but it was a couple feet long and was big enough to savagely attack my medium-sized pencil popper, being high-sped toward shore to taunt small blues near the Holgate Rip. It came totally out of the water to hit the plug. As I reeled it in, there was no fight because it was coming in sideways, due either to the way it was hooked or the line might have wrapped around its snake-ish body. It got off in the wet sand and I almost went to grab it but thought twice. They can whip around really fast – and bite. I got a glimpse of its teeth and they were awesome. Another fish off my bucket list.
The mullet run is barely holding on. Hours of looking and only a few dozen came to net. It looks bad. Too many northeast winds. Now we have another onshore blow coming in midweek. However, air temps will remain mild. Lowest lows will barely drop into the 50s.
I saw a few boats coming in from offshore with flags flyin’. Couldn’t see what type fish they had onboard.
Here’s a look at yesterday’s crowd at the back cut …
A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As
she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his
stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.
After a moment or two, the vet
shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles,
has passed away."
The distressed woman wailed,
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied
"How can you be so sure?" she
protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or
The vet rolled his eyes, turned
around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later
with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on
in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his
front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from
top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and
shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the
head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he
returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also
delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat
back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and
strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the
woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most
definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and
produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she
cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"
The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it,
the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the
Cat Scan, it's now $150."