=Matt 5.0=

When I checked my watch last night (or should I say this morning) It showed 1 AM. I had been fishing some of the most rugged terrain in the North East. Even though the moon was putting out enough lumens for me to cast a shadow, I persisted. I was at my Mecca, my sacred ground. A place that my family has been catching Striped Bass at for four generations. After 5 hours of climbing, and casting, traversing, and wading... jumping, and getting pounded by waves, my legs and arms were getting tired. It was a slow night. A full moon typically sends my expectations in the toilet, and this night wasn't much different. I had one good fish on for 5-10 seconds and then she was gone, also a few bumps but no takers. At least it was a sign. The previous night was terrible. Not even a bump. It's October after all... the time to fish is now! Well, like the saying goes: "You can't catch 'em from the couch." So, I persisted. The tide was in it's final hour and I knew my chances were growing slimmer by the minute. The time had come. "One more cast, then I'm outta here." There's something about surfcasting for Stripers. You better be ready. Don't lose focus for even a second. When I'm alone out in the surf, perched on a rock with the Atlantic doing it's best to knock me down, I'm focused on one thing: retrieving that lure in just the right way. I'm not thinking about what my wife and son are doing at home, or what bills need to be paid. I am in the zone. And that's where you need to be when the hit comes. And boy did it come from out of nowhere! A 6 inch Storm shad did the trick. After a brutal tug of war and a screaming drag, I had her by the gill plate. A quick hoist on the Boga said 19 pounds, and the markings on my rod confirmed 34 inches. A quick picture and then off into the next wave she went. I don't know for sure if it was fatigue, or adrenaline; or both, but my hands and legs were shaking! Just when you're ready to pack it in, great things can happen. Ike was right. "Never give up!" And to think, only eleven days of vacation left.

That's a big perch. :-?

Jeez, he's just taking a break. 8-)

Right on, it's that time of year. Water is getting COLD. Nothing like wet cotton clothes to bring you right down to meet Davey Jones.

I really, really, really, have to get an inflatable PFD. Especially for those times when I go alone.

Bizz, you da man! 8-) Tons of respect dude!

Hey, don't forget about the new SALTWATER licenses for CT, MA and RI in 2010.

Reminds me of this:

I'm glad it's not just me.

Oh yeah, then there's this guy...

I love those Breakaway clips. No more cross lock snaps. 8-)

Brilliant!

Take the Spanish. It will save you when you end up delivering boxes in South Providence.

Send them a similar check like that guy did with Verizon. Then I would tell them to pound sand.

Agreed.

Great video Can't wait for that day with my son. Both of their reactions were priceless. Now Jr's gotta land one in the surf with waves crashing over his head and perched on a slippery rock. 8-) Two observations: 1. What's with the dad and the glove? 2. Why is he allowing the boy to try and slow the line down with his hand? 20lb braid? Sounds like a trip to the hospital.

2006 Ranger Z20 for $3500. There is your scam right there.

All that bling and they used an Eagle rotating assembly. :

Oh snap.

Pretty much. 1973 F100 with a shotgun rack and an old mattress in the bed. I lasted in that town from 1980 til 1993... that was enough.

Brought my shotgun to school in the 90's...

If you buy the Silverado, I will meet you at the lake. I don't ride in Chevy's... 8-)

It works.

What's old is new again.