Daily Fishing and Outdoor Report
A chill in the air ... or is it a vaping finch.
Below: Hang in for a fog-over ... or outrun it back to the docks?
Tuesday, November 03, 2020: I blog in here for fun, i.e. mainly a form of R&R for me. When there are few blogs a-flow, I’m plastered with other things to do, like a job(s). As has been said: I thought I wanted a career but it turns out I only wanted a paycheck.
Having just finished my weekly SandPaper column I’m – as Allen Ginsberg wrote – “battered, bleak of brain.”
As with all good, bad and in-between Americans, I await the election results – and, far more significantly, the results of the election results, meaning what will transpire. I’ll bet the farm that any and all results will spark protests, especially for looters still trying to fill their Christmas gift list with heisted goodies.
Being unusually political – which is really not me – all those looted items are paid for by you and me, thus my balking at the leaders who give commands not to arrest looters. They’re being mighty cavalier with our money -- and surely encouraging repeat lootings.
Sidebar: Homeland Security and the FBI are reporting well-organized groups behind lootings, to the point they're seeing "looter caravans" crafted to quickly move in on chosen loot zones, where their surveillance has found little or no police presence.
Craftily, these organized crime rings also alert non members to a targeted area, using the public as both decoys and confusion makers. What's more, the more folks involved in a looting event, the more likely the authorities will stand down.
It's already been proven that the looting cartels target higher end items. This can be seen in the initial stages of the break-ins when the pros quickly and knowingly rush to pre-chosen items, i.e. those most readily and profitably sold on the open/black market.
All looters have quickly learned to wear nondescript shoes, head/face covering, and always bland long-sleeved shirts -- to cover telltale arm tattoos.
Reading the above, you wouldn’t know I’m the same upbeat writer who led his weekly column thusly:
"Even with the age of uncertainty blowing in the (Bob) Dylanesque wind, our Island has brazenly settled into a fine example of its traditional offseason quietude. Surprisingly, it’s not nearly as overly jam packed, people-wise, as was first feared. However, an ongoing free-range cyber existence allows folks to spontaneously show up. This might become populously apparent during the upcoming holidays. But, for now, surfcasters and sand-top strollers can find wide-open beach terrain. So, fellow solituders, grab a rod, join the 66th Annual LBI Surf Fishing Classic and enjoy the surfside seclusion."
I stand by the concept of LBI being geographically and, to a lesser degree, socially sequestered. In the same sea-fresh breath, I also sense that, worst-comes-to-worst, we won’t be taking a cavalier backseat approach to uprisings should they arrive here from any source. Nor, hopefully, will our police.
This is not a call to arms, far from it. Peacefully protest all you want. It’s simply a warning to keep violent social uprising crap outta here. Hey, even Switzerland has a very well-equipped army, with compulsory military service for male citizens. In fact, after their basic training and service, Switzerland males have to maintain their skills by spending several weeks in the army each year.
Wow, that just got distant really fast.
Closer to home ...
TIME FOR FRIENDLINESS?: Unable to shake the sure-to-linger impact of this election, I have my doubts that the social media wounds inflicted among alleged friends will heal overnight. The tensions that have flooded our local domain could take months to drain. I intend on blotting chides and insults of a Facebook ilk clean out of my mind. Herein, I hope to have more and more fun things to think and write about, egged on by a very mild get-outside month of November. Be nice ... i.e.
BUGGY BANTER: Which leads me to Holgate, where I’ll pass on buggying word that the far south end beach has been well served by heavy rains and hard winds. The torn-up sand has been smoothed and is quite easy to drive, especially with the upcoming afternoon low (to blowout) tides offering solid near-water wet sand to use. Just make sure to give huge leeway to beachcombers. And wave to them. It makes for good relations.
Below: Wind blown Monday, smoothing things out.
Enforcement note: Do not drive over to the bayside of Holgate. Tire tracks indicate somebody has driven across Wilderness Area sand to reach bay mud. Keep in mind that bay mud is as corrosive as acid on a buggy’s undercoating. I kid you not. What’s worst, the tenacious mud stays caked solid even through normal rinsings. It’s a recipe for rust cancer.
YOTE SPEAK: Thanks to two fine folks who sent me word (and a photo) of a truly healthy coywolf. Below is the look. I realize it is furred up for winter but just its height tells me it has a touch of wolf in its lineage. It seems to be a male. Dune fence ... no problem. Photos via Timothy Boyle.
Below: Poaching goes on.
This full-blown Karen over in Pennsylvania is trying to roust a a group of visitors at a state park. It's bad enough she's profiling minorities but when she implies that the Jersey Shore is where one goes when unwelcome elsewhere pushes things far too far. To use the meme of the day: "What is wrong with some people!?"