Daily Fishing and Outdoor Report

Saturday, October 27, 2012: I've been bizarrely busy this day before the day before the day before the night of the storm.


Above: One last look at a peaceful Holgate. What awaits is all bad. 

Young email: Jay, Will this storm really hurt Holgate? 

At this erosional point, a heavy dew can kick the stuffing out of Holgate. A three-day storm will knock it back to the Stone Age, i.e. the time of the last Beach Haven Inlet. Here's a telling photo of the 1930s Holgate parking area. I got this photo off FB so I'm not sure of its source -- or ownership.  

Saturday, October 27, 2012: I've been bizarrely busy this day before the day before the day before the night of the storm.

I did a spot of early a.m. fishing in Holgate but couldn't concentrate with all the fear-of-weather distractions.

Below is a my photo of the storm's first victim: This deceased sturgeon, found on the beach this morning in Holgate, was unable to cope with the broadcasted threats from the upcoming storm and, by all appearances, took its own life. Oddly, among its belongings -- and near its suicide note -- was an "I love Jim Cantore" button. What a bitter irony. Oh, btw, that final note just happened to say I could keep its rod and reel, pictured here.

Close-up of scaliness: 



Larger slammer blues now on-scene. Of course, we won't be able to get at them for a stormy stint. 

STORM NOTE: I intend on staying on LBI for the storm, as both a reporter and also an official observer for the National Weather Service. If authorities decide to shut off LBI's electricity, it'll put a hurting on my on-scene FaceBooking and such. I don't have WiFi capacities that would allow me to stay online during power outages. However, I will be writing it all down for later publication. Also, my cellphone (609-290-1968) should be working. If important info (observations) comes your way as you stay on the Island (or the mainland), please let me know so I can pass it on to The Weather Service. 

STORM POSSESSED SANDERLING?: Talk about this storm hype going to my head, I was driving the beach and came across one of those adorable or so sanderlings acting beyond strangely.

I was literally going around in circles, spastically. I had never seen the likes.  It was half running, half flying, half flitting and half doing summersaults. Ok, so I’m not much on fractions.

Damn if my dizzily Sandyfied mind didn't instantly flash on prophetic words, surely out there somewhere : And before the Great Storm, creatures great and small, will be seen doing odd and foreboding dances, as if possessed by demons. Damn, Sam, here I was seeing it, sanderling-style.  This is surely a sign of stormage to come.

However, on closer less prophetically jagged inspection, the poor little bugger had gotten leg-snared on what I first thought was some partially buried fishing line. I got anglers off the hook by determining it was kite string. Damn kiteists. Give ‘em an inch /…

Anyway, I finally managed to de-string the delicate bugger – but not before it delicately pecked my hand one good with its sand-probing beak. It even drew a little blood

Note: The instant I grabbed that high-metabolismed flier, I was fully amazed by its body temp. Holding it gently in my hand, I swear it was better than one of them-there butane-power hand warmers. In fact, the next time my hands get cold when fishing, I’ll cast net me a slew of sanderling and let them bring the feeling back to my digits. 


Previous blog email and answer:  


You seem oddly complacent about Sandy.  What's up!  Even Jim from readings is buying the hype.  I'm buying the hype based on tracking and the odd angle this storm is approaching from.  I'm hoping you know something like its turning east or continuing north.   I'll be leaving Sunday afternoon. What are you doing?  I remember 1944, 1962, 1991, & 1992. 



 (This might be a sign of a "big one" since I'm still cynically sticking with with a haunting fear -- larger than the storm potential itself -- that this weather event is more hype than threat. I've long held to the belief that it's going to be a storm that sneaks up that will do the most damage. Of course, that theory now contends with forecasting advances like never before. 

What's more, a big-ass nor'easter is perpetually a deadly danger hereabouts. Might this be the "Big One"?  My answer is Native American in nature: We'll see.

Let's get it on. I don't need the theatrics and ratings-happy rhetoric to fire me up.

I've long said that it will always be a long-winded storm event, i.e. the three-day March Storm of '62, that'll put LBI in its proper geological place, as a tenuous  piece of barrier island sand with way too much stuff atop it. Still, we've had many a 50-mph nor'easter, lasting three or four days, that came and went -- and we just went back to LBI life as usual. 

As for me, I'm hopefully(and legally) staying put on "media" credentials so my H. Sandy pragmatism is likely based more on an itchiness for the real thing to get around the happening. 

If Ray F. needs a new chapter for his "Storm Book," what better person to have on-scene than a highly experienced blogger. We get word things done right -- and with due drama. 

My survival food of choice: RAMEN NOODLES. Even a lone candle can get water hot enough to soften this pasta. You can then serve/load it with all kinds of highly nutritious goodies. --J-mann)

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