Missile Fever...

[Deep C]

Oh trust me I'm watchin from Beaufort to Boston... Its not just temp you look for on them. Its a combo of a zillion factors. I did a couple seminars a couple years back and found that it takes about 7 hours to describe all of what makes em tick...
Not so sure if I shoulda run those classes... The students who took em have been sweeping a lot of the tournies up there and may very well crush me like a grape using what I taught em...

Dont matter... I just look forward to cold green water, fog, chum and going toe to toe with the toothy ones.

[Deep C]

Jeeeze... Its still today? Come on clock... get tickin!


I close my eyes I become one with her... I enter her world and join as she glides ever further north and west. I can feel her cravings. Though her belly is full of all the wonders of her gulfstream world she still craves. Just as we can not live on filet mignon alone and have that need for something simple like a pbj now and then, she can't go on tuna and squid alone... She needs the concentrated oils contained within bluefish to round her out. She is on a quest to do just that...
The water rushes over both of us now as we search for that first scent... I remain quiet so as not to confuse her for she knows nothing of her hitch hikers world nor can she comprehend thoughts such as emotion... Light fades to dark with the setting sun and I feel her mode shift to making a raid on an unsuspecting school of yet undetermined sustinance... I do so love the fever ride....

[Deep C]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYx6qahNIh8

[rbrdogs]

Flat out ate up with it

[Deep C]

In typical Deep fashion the anal compulsive side takes over and I just twisted two pounds of wire and enough rigs to run for three years... This when I have my shark bag/kit up there in jersey with another two years worth of rigs...

Balloons! I forgot the damn balloons! Back to the store!

[joeksr]

In typical Deep fashion the anal compulsive side takes over and I just twisted two pounds of wire and enough rigs to run for three years... This when I have my shark bag/kit up there in jersey with another two years worth of rigs...

Balloons! I forgot the damn balloons! Back to the store!

Deep One. If your fishing fishing Cape May tourney do not, I repeat, do not forget the baloons.
As I posted in another place at another time, fished Cape May one year and realized I was out of baloons. Sent a buddy to get some. No baloons in
Cape May.
He came back with Condoms. He still swears they never touched his lips when he blew them up. Figured if we were fishing with condoms for floats why not soak a couple tampax in bunker oil, stuff em down a mackerals throat and see what happens.
Feel free to try it just dont tell anybody. If you do this is what you get.

Good luck this year, bring in a monster.

[Zecura]

Jeeeze... Its still today? Come on clock... get tickin!


I close my eyes I become one with her... I enter her world and join as she glides ever further north and west. I can feel her cravings. Though her belly is full of all the wonders of her gulfstream world she still craves. Just as we can not live on filet mignon alone and have that need for something simple like a pbj now and then, she can't go on tuna and squid alone... She needs the concentrated oils contained within bluefish to round her out. She is on a quest to do just that...
The water rushes over both of us now as we search for that first scent... I remain quiet so as not to confuse her for she knows nothing of her hitch hikers world nor can she comprehend thoughts such as emotion... Light fades to dark with the setting sun and I feel her mode shift to making a raid on an unsuspecting school of yet undetermined sustinance... I do so love the fever ride....

Deep, consider this a personal invitation to stop by the Loung and grace us with a segment when we're writin' one of our stories.

Got one going on now named "Thanksgiving Mystery". Hope to see you over there if you get a chance.

[Deep C]

Possible that I will... Checked the thermometers and I'm still running at 106.7 degrees on my human one and 67.9 when I am riding inside her head...
The day with her was uneventful. She took me for a ride raiding unsuspecting schools of little tunny through the night. Three made it to her belly two felt teeth but managed an escape. The latitude numbers continue to climb... Still weeks to go til we get to the bluefish grounds and I learn of her plans. Once that becomes clear so will my game to bring her to my world...

Twisted 144 mako rigs today... 48 each of three types to accomdate the three major styles of bait we deploy on em... No need for near that many. 1/3 that many would be more than enough but I have to channel this nervous energy someplace... May as well be toward something productive... Now its time to go outside to have a bowl of ice cream topped with squid...

[Deep C]

The ears ring... eyes squit... you can feel your heart poundin as the sattellite shots up load... Temp climbing and now touching their tollerance range with peak just a few degrees off... You read ok to real good on the turbidity charts and you feel the goose bumps. Chlorophyl shows water leaning toward blue and you begin to catch your self pacing the floor...
Those who will fish Cape May and the South Jersey shark event next week are in for a treat. Not sure if I'll be there or not. Not adopted by anyone yet... Has me a touch tense about Mako Mania in three weeks though. Don't want it too warm... Otherwise its rats and off species you'll deal with all day...

[Deep C]

Well a buddy of mine banged his first for the season but 70 out... Me? I have my favorite ambush points I like to pick the alpha resident off of... That way out area does hold fish but its more like shark fishing than target shooting...