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Great thread ..!
Some fantastic stories.. always some kinda entertainment out there.. One of my favs happened back in the early 80's.. My late fishing bud Tony and I where had come down for a night Bluefish trip on the Queen Mary (i think), out of PP.. Kinda crowded, but the bite was good, and there was lots of life in the slick.. including big schools of squid coming into the lights.. Tony gets it in his head he wants to catch some squid to fry, so he pulls an ancient squid jig out of his box (one of those plastic bodies with a bunch of pin-hooks sticking out), a proceeds to run around the boat trying to catch up with the schools darting in and out, yelling "Calamari, Calamari!" . Now Tony was a big, jollly, loveable guy.. big white beard like Santa, and always laughing and joking with the other fares.. hard not to like the guy.. But after several minutes of running around and squeezing onto the rail to get shots at these squid, occasionally tangling the chunk drifters, and generally causing a ruckus, I could see some guys where getting a bit miffed..but no one said anything to him.. but everyone is watching him closely.. Finally, he hooks a squid... As he is swinging it over the rail, its about a foot over his head, and lets fly a big jet of ink... that hits him in the chin, fills his white beard, and covers the front of his shirt.. Much to the delight of the crowd, who threw up a deafening cheer and applauded him vigorously! He gave a little bow, and sheepishly cut off his jig and went back to Bluefishing for the night . ![]() |
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On one of the boats out of Belmar not too long ago for a sea bass/fluke trip while a lovely ground swell was pounding us as random gusts to 25+ would howl in. One of the fares that spent a better part of the day in the cabin (mal de mer but he just didn't want to throw up) finally makes his way out by me and a friend while we were enjoying getting tossed around sitting at the bow.
The look on his face warns me, and I move just as he heaves into an oncoming gust, that promptly catches his stream and splashes it right back on him which makes him heave again with the same results. We couldn't contain ourselves...felt bad but laughed pretty hard at the poor guys expense....especially after his buddy came over with a bucket of water and dumped it on him to clean him off/continue the laughter.
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