Daily Fishing and Outdoor Report

Sunday, September 28, 2014: Whadda lousy sports day for Pirates, Steelers and Eagles fans.

Below: Anglers had been repeatedly warned:  "No Fishing from Bridge." 

Sunday, September 28, 2014: Whadda lousy sports day for Pirates, Steelers and Eagles fans. I guess I can get a smidgeon of winningness for Truex Jr.’s 7th place finish at Dover, even though the Chase flew out the bad-luck window long ago.  
And fishing and baiting wasn’t much better from my angle. I spent a longish day chasing even a single bass. With the water still toying with 70, there isn’t much hope for me in Holgate. So this week I begin to test the mid-Island frontbeach rocks, popping and ultra-slow retrieving medium-sized swimmers. I guess if I wanted to heighten my chances, I go with one-ounce, red-tailed Avas with a handmade “spearing” teaser, aka some silverfish clouser look. It’s just kinda boring throwing metals.

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 
the vet..

"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."

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