When opportunity knocks, answer. My fishing buddy had to "bid a job" on Long Beach Island today; as responsible trades men we were off to take care of business. His wife, my cousin was suspicious when she noticed the fishing gear and the gleam in our eyes as we hopped in the truck. With zero expectations of actually landing any kind of fish we were on our way, like two giddy freshmen on their first panty raid. Much like my first panty raid, fishing was a bust today.
We did the work thing blah, blah... Then we hit the rocks at the foot of the light house in Barnagate. The water was ripping through and we were tossing poppers, swimmers, divers, metal and old boots, just because it felt good. After lunch and coffee we hit the beach in ship bottom. Picture perfect striper surf! Crazy undertow, jetty, ocean wind, foam, the whole nine. On my second cast with metal I thought I felt a hit. It just fed the frenzy within.
After a pretty crappy winter it felt great just to go through the motions. But there was a crazy voice in the back of my head saying "your getting the first monster this season." Probably not... But maybe.
The point is my fellow fanatics: scratch the itch, shake off the stink, grab a buddy and your favorite gear. Get the lines wet and maybe you will have the first beast of the season.
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