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Wednesday, October 25, 2017: Not that I’m any sort of authority on “Booms!” but I can absolutely assure that there was a house rattling “Boom!” -- or maybe it was
Kapow!” – today, around 10:30-ish a.m.
I see on social media that many others heard it. I also see a slew of doubters.
Well, I have no doubts. Nor does my longtime semi-pet herring gull, which had bolted from its perch on my roof by the time I ran outside to … hell, I’m not sure why I ran outside. It wasn’t like I could see the tail of a boom as it headed off into the horizon.
I see where the military has fully denied its aircraft were sonic booming about at the time. I believe they would have fessed up since they quickly took responsibility for the last identical-sounding booms, many moons back.
Also, there was no earthquake signature on seismographs during the boom’s time-frame. We all remember the earthshake we shared many years back.
The lack of a ground-shake means it was an atmospheric phenomenon; I’ll even dub it a detonation of some sort.
This allows me to tell of the numerous booms felt during my nearly six decades of surfing LBI. They were always in the a.m. and many were in the exact time-frame as today's. The largest of those off-the-ocean booms broke windows in oceanfront homes. The source of that large one was never identified, nor were most of the other ones that hit us in the face while sitting in the lineup.
So, might there be powerful forces out there that we still are clueless about? Damn straight. The craziest theory I ever heard points to explosions from rising ocean-bottom gases. How crazy is that?! Hey, wait, that was actually one of my theories. And I developed that theory long before the discovery of mysterious gas emissions from the ocean bottom within the Bermuda Triangle.
Capt. Dave DeGennaro
Hi Flier Sportfishing
Just got back from a quick two hour trip to the inlet with my friend Tim Werder. I wanted to try drifting some live bait in the inlet and it did not disappoint. We went five for eight on 26 to 34 inch fish.
I was considering this as a Plan B for this upcoming week might be good enough for Plan A! Here's a video clip from the action: Inlet Striper:
Sailing every day, ocean or bay, Charter or Open Boat for stripers.
Attached pic: Dave DeGennaro with a 34inch striper on a live spot in Barnegat Inlet
In case you want to check it out, here's the video of the landing of my 43 pound Golden Tilefish from Sunday on the Inspiration:
I don't do nearly as much canyon fishing as I use to, so when I woke up Saturday morning at 7:30 I realized there was time to make the boat. My friend, Capt. Johnny O'Kinsky was leaving for a two day canyon trip at 9AM and so far I didn't have enough committed crew to make it a go on my own open boat trips. He wasn't expecting me but I loaded the truck with all my gear and whatever food was in the house for rations. I figured if he had room, I would jump, and if they were too heavy with crew, I could always drive home. I got lucky and they were four guys looking for a fifth. His boat, the Inspiration is a 36 ft custom twin diesel with a 14 ft beam. We threw the ropes at 9AM and Johnny explained our float plan. Head for the warm water break in the Toms Canyon, troll till dark and set up for the overnight chunk. Troll to the Hudson Canyon and drift for tilefish. On the way back, check out the scallop boats for bluefin tuna. Upon arriving at the Toms, we trolled two small mahi. The overnight chunk yielded no tuna but we still had fun jigging squid and catching 5 to 8 lb mahi on light tackle. When they stopped hitting even live bait, I was able to free gaff three of them. Around 5AM we saw a fish break water behind the boat and I noticed the glow sticks right next to it. Turned out to be a legal sword that ate the deep rigged squid 200 feet down and charged to the surface with it without making a sound on the reel's clicker. Soon after boating the sword we trolled to the Hudson with no bites. Capt Johnny set everyone up with tilefish rods and rigs. We dropped squid, herring, and sardine baits down 500 feet with two pounds of lead. We boated a bunch of 5 to 8 lb golden tilefish. On the second drift I set up on a fish that maxed out my 30 class outfit like I had never before seen it torqued. This fish was taking runs and head shaking all the way. I loosened the drag three times in fear that I would break it off. I had him on adequate gear, an AVET LX loaded with 65 braid on a Shimano Trevalla 80 to 200 class conventional rod. After 25 minutes, the fish came belly up on the surface and Capt Johnny gaffed my new personal best 43 lb golden tilefish. On the way back we stopped on the scallop boats and caught five 30 to 40 class bluefins. If we sailed with a one or two dimensional plan of a typical canyon overnight trip we would not have enjoyed the success we did with Capt Johnny O's aggressive multi faceted attack. Well done Captain! So glad I jumped on for this one.
On the inshore scene there are big stripers on the bunker pods as well as trolling bunker spoons. Albies are still abundant and we are casting small metals on light spinning gear for them.
Thurs and Fri, Oct 26 and 27 look good with W/NW winds forecasted to allow us to get outside the inlet and chase these fish. Saturday is a wait and see with a borderline forecast for my boat anyway. If it's too rough we have live bait to fish inside the inlet and bay for bass. Open Boat or Charter Thurs and Fri leaving at 11AM. Saturday leaving at 6AM. 7 hour trips.$175 person. Four people max. All fish are shared.
Attached pics: Capt Johnny O'Kinsky on the left and Dave DeGennaro of Barnegat NJ with Dave's 43 lb golden tilefish. Free gaffed mahi. Scallop boat Bluefin.
This near total dune grass failure should be looked into by the Army Corps. It in NO WAY (!) reflects badly on volunteer plantings, which have a super-high success rate. I'll bet this replenishment-related Brant Beach planting cost tens of thousands of dollars.
The happy face you see when someone finally lands an albie.
FAST TIMES AT ALBIE HIGH: It has become an exceptional fall for catching false albacore, aka albies – the most common of tunas. I recently saw a near-in boat working them, only 150 yards from the beach, where the albies were attacking rainfish.
In N.J. waters, these speed demons can sometimes cruise real close in, every so often within surfcasting range. But, short of chasing baitballs onto sandbars, they’re seldom an onshore gamefish. From boats, they’re easily had.
To get at them, I hear of some boat folks chumming them into plugging range. Bunker and, especially, spearing work when getting a slick going.
More commonly, captains chase after highly here-and-gone birdplay flare-ups, emblematic of rapid-fire albie attacks. The chase method is hampered by fuel expenditure and the vaporous nature of an albie baitball bite. Talk about a GOA (gone on arrival) species.
Hereabouts, trolling often aligns best with every-which-away albie travels. When on the troll for albies, anything with “feathers” seems the way to go. Once the fish are found, the likes of crippled herring and, most heralded, Deadly Dicks are proven albie-nailing artificials. Metals and spoons are preferred by some. Truth be told, there are just about as many suggested albie-getters as there are albie-chasing captains.
A superb article in Saltwater Sportsman (saltwatersportsman.com) titled “Fishing for Jersey’s Speed Demons,” by Nick Honachefsky, suggests “Lures: 1/4- to 1-ounce red-and-white or chartreuse-and-white bucktails, 1- to 3-ounce Deadly Dicks, Sting-O jigs, A17 Ava jigs, trolled feathers and small squids, No. 0 or No. 1 Clark spoons.”
ALBIE BETTER … SOMEDAY: I’ll ungrudgingly retell the tale of the time I adapted a somewhat whippy, 9-foot surf rod to perform country-mile casting for albies. I equipped the rod with a “plugging” 4500SS Penn spinning reel – a reel not suited for such duty. But, for me, it is always about experimentation – and trying to survive same.
Readying for a suborbital launch, I tied on (if I recall right) a 2-ounce Hopkins.
Urging me on were visual albie targets. Surfcasters had been seeing them for days, as the tiny tuna jumped high out of the glassy a.m. water. I also heard tell of a couple albies being caught from shore, on bait. Never confirmed.
My very first cast went out so far, I could barely see its splashdown. Barely into whipping the Hopkins back in at top speed, I frickin’ hooked up! I was thoroughly shocked. Let’s just say success is not particularly amenable to most of my jury-rigged experimentations.
No sooner was the fish on than things went south – or, more accurately, dead east. What must have been a 6-poundish albie instantly hauled its scaly butt straight out to sea. And when a hooked albie hauls ass, the line automatically follows. Not a good thing in my instance.
It was during the blistering initial seaward run by the infuriated fish that I just happened to notice how my mega-cast had already nearly emptied my reel of its roughly 150 yards of line. Hmmm. “I must make note of that.”
What little line was left evaporated. It quickly came down to the flimsy knot tying the line to the reel. Fat chance that tie-on could hold a pissed-off, full-speed-ahead tuna. Nice knowin’ ya, mono.
Always the environmentalist at heart, I was immediately mortified over allowing so much now-feral monofilament to flow seaward, as ghost line. I stood there in sheer eco-shock. Well over a football field’s length of line was now being freely dragged behind that fish.
Guilt-ridden, I nervously looked around to see if anyone had seen my environmental faux pas. Seeing I was unseen, I feigned nonchalance, jumped back into my truck and bolted off – not unlike the albie.
Out of ghostline repentance, I swore off any future long-casting for surfline albies – unless, just maybe, I could use a larger reel with over 250 yards of braided line and add on a special …
SPRAY BEACH RAPTOR SPECTACLE: Thanks to the many folks who sent me word – and photos galore – of the stunning adult bald eagle that has taken a sudden liking to the Comcast communication tower in Spray Beach.
The majestic bird’s mere perching presence up there exudes an air of instant ownership and control. Let’s see a turkey do that, Ben Franklin – who wanted the wild turkey to be the national bird. A turkey looking up toward the top of that antenna? “Oh, hell no.”
I got word Comcast is already working on a way to get a monthly “Perching” bill up to the eagle. For now, it’s just a gal yelling up, “Hey, do you want paper or electronic billing? … Yes, I’m talking to you, bird.”
Not only has this stately bird been using the upper reaches of the antenna to hawk all things south end, but Kenny G. saw the same eagle go alpha while foraging nearby. After a resident osprey had done all the wing-work to nab a large bunker in its talons, the eagle swooped. Before the local osprey could even let loose a “Look at the size of that sucker!” the bunker was in the eagle’s talons. To me, the scene had an oddly familiar ring of newbies arriving on LBI with a new-sheriff-in-town attitude.
I’ll be interested to see if this eagle-has-landed look becomes a long-term relationship twixt antenna and raptor. That’s highly unlikely, at least this time of year. What’s more, just wait until Comcast’s first-year “Perching” rate doubles after the introductory offer runs out. And should an arriving eagle pair assume the perch next spring, they’ll likely fall over after getting the first combined “Perching” and “Nesting” bill.
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48 lb Golden Tile hand cranked from 600 feet using 3 lbs of lead by Doug on Sunday.
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Town in Iceland Paints 3D Zebra Crosswalk To Slow Down Speeding Cars
In the small fishing town of Ísafjörður, Iceland, an exciting development in road safety has just popped up – almost literally. A new pedestrian crossing has been painted that appears to be 3D by way of a cleverly-detailed optical illusion.
Not only does the innovative design give foot-travelers the feeling of walking on air, it also gets the attention of drivers, who will be sure to slow down their speed once they spot the seemingly floating ‘zebra stripes.’ Icelandic environmental commissioner Ralf Trylla called for its placement in Ísafjörður after seeing a similar project being carried out in New Delhi, India. With the help of street painting company Vegmálun GÍH, his vision became a reality.
Scroll down to see photos of the fascinating installment taken by Ágúst G. Atlason of Gústi Productions, and let us know if you’d like to see one of these crosswalks in your own city.
More info: Gústi Productions, Vegmálun GÍH (Icelandic)
Image credits: Gústi Productions
Image credits: Gústi Productions
Image credits: Gústi Productions