Fish Report 11/8/08

Fish Report 11/8/08

Sea Bass Trips: November 10, 11, 15, 22.

Tog Trips: November  9, 12, 13, 14, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 23, 24, 25, 26, 28, 29, 30.

 

Fish Report 11/9/08

Cbass & Tog   

Dogfish Gone Wild

 

Hi All,

Gusts to fifty in a NE wind. Lost most of the week.

Got out on Friday's tog trip though. Met with leftover swell: didn't know as we'd make a day of it. Came pretty by trip's end.

Not big fish save a couple good females that were tagged. Decent bite; lot of mediums. Highly skilled toggers did much better than those unfamiliar with the fishery. 

Even high-hook has to be willing to learn, unlearn and relearn when it comes to toggin'.

S wind at 10-15, summer forecast if ever there was. Was looking forward to Saturday because of it. Gave a weather warning instead. Just didn't feel right. Wasn't.

Caught some sea bass though - couple guys close to a limit; one across the finish line. Lot of weeding to get there. Throw back 4 - 6 - 8 fish to get a keeper.

Came in early because of weather.

That passengers on my boat will obey regulations was a shock to one group. Obviously skilled partyboat fishers; I went in their box to pitch back shorts 3 times. Why, oh why............

 

Practical jokes and ribbing are often part of a day. In my first month working the rail a fellow hooked a fried-chicken bucket to his gal's line while she was in the head. I didn't know what was up. She hollered for help - I had a net and gaff ready. 

When the bucket broke surface she spun 'round a slapped him in the face. Hard.

His buddies already snickering: they creased-up in uncontrollable laughter at the crack of her palm. 

We all enjoy some raillery. One of my mates is very often in the thick of such antics: a bumper sticker that may not reflect the true inclinations of a friend's private life; a text message sent from an unknowingly borrowed phone to the phone owner's ex-girl friend; several fish heads tied to a bumper as newlyweds drag cans; another mate is no longer with the boat after he was caught running the boardwalk naked; still another's dancing clubs at night, teaching pole during the day; "That's my captain's house!" while pointing to a multi-million dollar waterfront mansion; endless ribbing from 4,000 miles away when the dogfish bite is on..

Whereas a woman's slap brought that joke to an end, these just escalate in grander fashion.

All in fun. Its quieter now. 'Spect we'll hear more of it next spring.. Maybe sooner though.

My Favorite mate discovered a spiny dogfish head as he unpacked his luggage in Costa Rica.

Whoever put it in there forgot the ice...
Oh boy!

 

Looking forward to putting up some sea bass and tog for winter!

Regards,

Monty

 

Capt. Monty Hawkins
mhawkins@siteone.net
Party Boat "Morning Star"
Reservation Line 410 520 2076
http://www.morningstarfishing.com/