It's been pretty slow for me but I got a call from my son on Sunday.
Evidently the blues were in such a frenzy they were not only running the
bait fish up onto Scusset beach but they were running themselves up on
the sand also.



Ahh....blues...my favorite light-tackle salt water feeeesh.


LOL, Right up to the point where you have to get the hook out.

--
MikeG
Heirloom Woods
www.heirloom-woods.net

"MikeG" wrote in message
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It's been pretty slow for me but I got a call from my son on Sunday.
Evidently the blues were in such a frenzy they were not only running
the
bait fish up onto Scusset beach but they were running themselves up on
the sand also.



Ahh....blues...my favorite light-tackle salt water feeeesh.


LOL, Right up to the point where you have to get the hook out.

.....and that's when the assult rifle is just the tool to have. Once, I was
trying to unhook a blue on the beach in Long Island. I needed longer pliers,
so I paused to reach into my vest. The fish bit right through the shaft of
the hook. Not the line. The hook. Not funny.

MikeG wrote:
It's been pretty slow for me but I got a call from my son on Sunday.
Evidently the blues were in such a frenzy they were not only running the
bait fish up onto Scusset beach but they were running themselves up on
the sand also.



Ahh....blues...my favorite light-tackle salt water feeeesh.


LOL, Right up to the point where you have to get the hook out.


Ahh, yes. Some years ago, I was fishing inside St. Augustine Inlet in
Florida, and the fishing was hot, hot, hot. So was the day. I got a bit
loopey from the heat and about halfway through the day, caught another
nice blue and when I boated the beastie, decided to reach inside his
mouth to remove the hook (he was the first and only I did not lip hook
with a small circle hook). He bit off a nice piece of my thumb. So I
wrapped the wound with my fishing rag, duct-taped it on, and kept on
fishing. My poor wife was horrified when I got home. I was covered in
blood, head to toe. My blood. But it was one of the best fishing days ever.

Love them blues. Pound for pound, the best small fish fighters I've ever
encountered.



--
"There's an old saying in Tennessee - I know it's in Texas, probably in
Tennessee - that says, fool me once, shame on - shame on you. Fool me -
you can't get fooled again." -George W. Bush, Nashville, Tenn., Sept.
17, 2002

Better than Jacks? I've been snapper/grouper fishing dozens of times and
thought I had a record on the line only to boat a rather small amberjack.

Dan


Harry Krause wrote:

MikeG wrote:

It's been pretty slow for me but I got a call from my son on Sunday.
Evidently the blues were in such a frenzy they were not only running the
bait fish up onto Scusset beach but they were running themselves up on
the sand also.



Ahh....blues...my favorite light-tackle salt water feeeesh.


LOL, Right up to the point where you have to get the hook out.



Ahh, yes. Some years ago, I was fishing inside St. Augustine Inlet in
Florida, and the fishing was hot, hot, hot. So was the day. I got a bit
loopey from the heat and about halfway through the day, caught another
nice blue and when I boated the beastie, decided to reach inside his
mouth to remove the hook (he was the first and only I did not lip hook
with a small circle hook). He bit off a nice piece of my thumb. So I
wrapped the wound with my fishing rag, duct-taped it on, and kept on
fishing. My poor wife was horrified when I got home. I was covered in
blood, head to toe. My blood. But it was one of the best fishing days ever.

Love them blues. Pound for pound, the best small fish fighters I've ever
encountered.

Dan Krueger wrote:

Better than Jacks? I've been snapper/grouper fishing dozens of times and
thought I had a record on the line only to boat a rather small amberjack.

Dan


Harry Krause wrote:

MikeG wrote:

It's been pretty slow for me but I got a call from my son on Sunday.
Evidently the blues were in such a frenzy they were not only running the
bait fish up onto Scusset beach but they were running themselves up on
the sand also.



Ahh....blues...my favorite light-tackle salt water feeeesh.


LOL, Right up to the point where you have to get the hook out.



Ahh, yes. Some years ago, I was fishing inside St. Augustine Inlet in
Florida, and the fishing was hot, hot, hot. So was the day. I got a bit
loopey from the heat and about halfway through the day, caught another
nice blue and when I boated the beastie, decided to reach inside his
mouth to remove the hook (he was the first and only I did not lip hook
with a small circle hook). He bit off a nice piece of my thumb. So I
wrapped the wound with my fishing rag, duct-taped it on, and kept on
fishing. My poor wife was horrified when I got home. I was covered in
blood, head to toe. My blood. But it was one of the best fishing days ever.

Love them blues. Pound for pound, the best small fish fighters I've ever
encountered.






Oh, I agree. Jacks are great fighters, too, but since moving to Maryland
from Florida, I see more blues than jacks. Some jacks, of course, get
much much larger than the typical blues, and when a jack is pulling
against you sideways, it's like reeling in a barn door.

I'd be glad to fight blues or jacks all day long.


--
"There's an old saying in Tennessee - I know it's in Texas, probably in
Tennessee - that says, fool me once, shame on - shame on you. Fool me -
you can't get fooled again." -George W. Bush, Nashville, Tenn., Sept.
17, 2002

On Tue, 10 Aug 2004 12:10:34 -0400, Harry Krause
wrote:

MikeG wrote:
It's been pretty slow for me but I got a call from my son on Sunday.
Evidently the blues were in such a frenzy they were not only running the
bait fish up onto Scusset beach but they were running themselves up on
the sand also.



Ahh....blues...my favorite light-tackle salt water feeeesh.


LOL, Right up to the point where you have to get the hook out.


Ahh, yes. Some years ago, I was fishing inside St. Augustine Inlet in
Florida, and the fishing was hot, hot, hot. So was the day. I got a bit
loopey from the heat and about halfway through the day, caught another
nice blue and when I boated the beastie, decided to reach inside his
mouth to remove the hook (he was the first and only I did not lip hook
with a small circle hook). He bit off a nice piece of my thumb. So I
wrapped the wound with my fishing rag, duct-taped it on, and kept on
fishing. My poor wife was horrified when I got home. I was covered in
blood, head to toe. My blood. But it was one of the best fishing days ever.

I unhooked a blue one time caught on a steel leader with a rather
large hook and the fish went bezerk, the hook embedded itself in the
meat right under the thumb of my right hand. I threw the fish
overboard, grabbed a wire cutter, pushed the barb through, cut the
eye off the hook and took it out.

All of a sudden I heard this "thump", turned around and there was my
partner for the day, out cold on the deck - he passed out when I
pulled the hook through.

Pansy. :)

Later,

Tom
S. Woodstock, CT
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"Angling may be said to be so
like the mathematics that it
can never be fully learnt..."

Izaak Walton "The Compleat Angler", 1653