Monger Fishing Report Saturday, 11/14

[Capt. JJ]

After getting a call from Capt. Jerry to "come down to the Point for some strippers", I immediately grabbed a handful of singles (Hey...Im a generous guy. I dont mind throwing a hot, gyrating, stripper a couple bucks for a flash or two) and headed down to his boat yesterday morning at zero dark thirty to meet up with the strippers. Personally, I was hoping for Paula Plumbs, or Lisa Lipps, but I really didnt care what their names were. Just show me the damned strippers!

Needless to say I was a bit upset when I Pulled up by Jerrys home-away-from-home at his dock and found Brad "Is-that-a-tog-in-your-pants-or-are-you-just-happy-to-see-me", Evan "Hah-not-buying-the-boat-lobster-rolls-today!", George "If-it-isnt-spelled-B-L-A-C-K-F-I-S-H-count-me-out", and a few newbies to our universe, all standing around with their poles in their hands, (and by poles, I DO mean fishing rods!) This upset me, so I yelled over to Capt. Ahab and said, "hey....what gives with this motley crew here? I thought we were grabbing some strippers!" To which he replied, "Strippers? No, idiot. I said, "STRIPERS!"

Needless to say, this was just a tad embarrassing.

Anyways..................the real report now:


Left dock at zero-dark-"why-the-hell-am-I-here-this-early" hour....

Turned left at the inlet and ran a hundred, no: maybe, two hundred feet before Capt. Bligh yelled, "ok guys, snag and drop em here".

(Let it NEVER be said that Jerry isnt ready to put the miles on for a charter, and run all over the Atlantic to find those fish for his crew!)

So...while we quickly caught our limit within speaking distance to the crusty, old, dude fishing off the end of the inlet, Jerry made the call to forego any attempts to anchor for tog because, in his mate Johns own words, "I'm tired. Cant we just troll a bit and go home? Theres a $20 sit and go with my name on it!"

I'll say this about Jerry: he does NOT accept that type of insubordination from his mates. He quickly shot that idea down.

"No trolling gear, or soup, FOR YOU!"

We "runned and gunned" for the rest of the day trying to fill our "over" slots but only managed 1 more uber slob.

Fun facts:

1. I humbly accept my banishment from the Monger for questioning Jerrys judgement about fishing in gale force winds and 6 foot seas. The winds were puffy for sure, but the waves amounted to about 6 inches.

2. GDubs humbly accepts his banishment from the Monger for questioning Jerrys judgement about fishing in gale force winds and 6 foot seas. He also agrees to stop complaining about 30 pound carp, and placing green crabs on his snagging hook.

3. A big welcome to Connor, who celebrated his 14th birthday by catching his first stripers, to the Monger nation. (Message to Connor: enjoy these days now. In about 4 years you'll be chasing other types of fish tails, that will compete for your time.)

4. (Super-secret message to Rubberband Pete: "Cape May, with the wives, eh? You blew off this for THAT? For shame, young man. For SHAME!)


Tight lines, kiddies!

(Jerry, Nate, and John were amazing as usualness.)

JJ