FDS: May 2004 Archives

May 30, 2004

Even after Isabel, Ocracoke is still considered one of the top five beaches in the U.S.

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Are upticks in shark attacks related to menhaden overfishing?

Richard Condrey, an associate professor of oceanography and coastal sciences at Louisiana State University, has a different hypothesis. Studying a blacktip nursery in a Louisiana bay, he and graduate student Kevin Barry found that the pups gorged exclusively on menhaden. That fish is popular as chicken feed, and current regulations allow massive harvests.

Condrey thinks plummeting levels of menhaden may be forcing blacktips to hug the coastline.

"Are we overlooking the obvious?" Condrey said. "Could sharks be looking for prey species but not finding them? Wouldn't that cause them to hunt harder?"

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Crochet your own beer can hats.

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My Beer Is More Patriotic Than Yours

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Restocking Atlantic Sturgeon in the Hudson.

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May 29, 2004

Electrofishing on the Cape Fear.

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The kid who flipped over his Jeep on Ocracoke last summer has been sentenced to four years in prison.

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May 28, 2004

Single Malt Scotches are growing in popularity.

Of course they are. I started drinking them two years ago, and I'm always ahead of the curve.

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The latest kerfluffle in the Beer Wars; Miller has filed suit against Anheuser-Busch for allegedly putting AB stickers on Miller cans in several stores.

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Should another Terry Pratchet fan happen to drop by--one can now buy DiscWorld Beer.

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The Georgia legislature succumbs to a a rare attack of sense and raises the beer alcohol limit in that state to 14%. NC is one of only 8 states left with the 6% limit.

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A piping plover nest has shut down access to a good chunk of Hatteras, just in time to affect Memorial Day fishing.

By the time the weekend is in full swing, four piping plover eggs likely will have hatched in the their nest. Until the chicks are able to fly at 25 days old, much or all of the area is expected to remain closed to off-road vehicle, boat and pedestrian traffic

The article is unclear on whether or not this affects Cape Point or not. What exactly is the "southern tip of the Hatteras spit?"

But if it is Cape Point, I know some Cobia fishermen who are going to be pissed come June 6th.

Update: According to this NPS press release, the "spit" is the area of the beach near the inlet.

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Why fish?

I confess that I’m not really sure. It could be our natural predator instinct that plays a role, though that explanation is less than satisfying, especially since I don’t fish for food. It is most likely the shear beauty of a wild trout as it sips a dry fly off the surface, the powerful surge of a striper as it takes line or the savage slash of a bluefish at a retrieved streamer. Of course each fish is uniquely special in where they live and their instinctive nature to react to a fly, lure or bait as food.

I dunno. I mean, he doesn't even mention beer.

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What's the point of calling for more fish in America's diet when new warnings on eating fish due to high PCB and mercury levels appear damn near every month?

All such calls do, if anything, is to increase demand at the same time the supply is being restricted by the warnings, which is a sure-fire recipe for raising prices on the fish people can eat.

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May 27, 2004

It's difficult as hell to catch fish in Lake Tahoe, even if you aren't Fredo. The catch is well worth the effort, however.

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Money for the OLF has disappeared from the House of Representatives' budget.

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Don't weigh--measure. Otherwise you might as well shoot the fish in the head.

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Now You Tell Me

How to make a Baby Bunker--the non-fish molesting way.

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Big Red on a fly rod.*

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You Can Scoop The Fish Right Out Of The Surf

Surf Fishing at Brown's Island. It's da bomb.

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Carpe Diem, Carp

Some 50,000 carp have died in Lake Moultrie, of unknown causes.

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May 26, 2004

Git In Mah Belly

A Scotsman without his beer belly is a weak Scotsman indeed.

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The Family That Tortures Worms Together, Stays Together

The best places for the family to fish in North Carolina.

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Run Silent, Run Deep

Chasing Summer Walleyes.

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Something Of A Theme

Beer Can Chicken

Beer Butt Chicken*

Barbecued Beer Chicken

Which beers are best for grilling.

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%$#@!$ Kids

Two more deaths on the Outer Banks due to drunk kids speeding down the beach.

No idea what the long-term repercussions will be, but this won't make driving around come October any easier.


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May 24, 2004

I Command You To Be Eeled!

More than you'd ever want to know about eels.

Aristotle was convinced they rose spontaneously from mud, while Roman scholar Pliny the Elder believed young eels came from bits of skin that adult eels rubbed off on rocks. Italian fishermen believed that eels mated with water snakes. The most common hypothesis was that eels arose spontaneously from horse hairs that fell in the water. These many ancient theories likely occurred because of the mystery and complexity surrounding both fish; their spawning habits and many diverse growth changes are among the most unique of freshwater fishes.

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Tube Or Not Tube

Fishing from float tubes.

I imagine that wouldn't work so well in areas with any waves whatsoever.

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We Can't Take This Lion Down

Lionfish numbers are getting worse. Worse for us, that is.

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Pics

A dolphin, an amberjack and a needlefish at Tradewinds.

A cobia and a dolphin at the Red Drum

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Buzz, Buzz

Miller's ad campaign has started to get under Anheuser-Busch's skin.

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May 23, 2004

The Serpent And The Rainbow And The Beer

Haitian beer makes its debut on American shores.

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What's Next, "Terri Gross's NASCAR Report?"

The Bud-Miller war makes NPR.

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Fabulous!

Meanwhile, on the chick and gay man drinking scene, cranberries are out and grapefruits are in.

Hu-huh, hu-huh, I said "fruits..."

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Why Do I Feel I Know This Man?

One sixpack of beer and a hundred foot drop makes for an interesting day in New York.

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Matthew's 15 Minutes

Another story on Matthew Gillette and his 71 pound black drum

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Rule of Law

In Montana the bartender is forbidden by law from mixing a drink in front of a customer.

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May 21, 2004

A Different Red

As if everything else wasn't enough, they're catching red snapper at Ocracoke.

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May 20, 2004

Think Of Them As Really Big LiveBaits

Scientists studying the tarpon mortality rate in Florida's Boca Grande Pass are having a hell of a time. Sharks keep eating their study subjects.

The first step is to get tarpon to the boat, where they can be tagged and released, but of five possible subjects hooked over 10 hours Tuesday, one broke the line, two spit the hook and two were killed by sharks.

“Boca Grande Pass is not a good place to be swimming, especially if you’re a tarpon,” institute fisheries biologist Kathy Tisdel said.

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Sea Bass. Sea Bass Run. Run, Bass, Run!

It's seabass season at the wrecks just off the Delaware coast. The article has a good pic of a nice-sized one.

Of course, if it's anything like the rest of the Delaware coast has been, the fishing will suck.

Small black sea bass, at least, have been caught in NC waters since at least the beginning of May.

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Drum School

Football field-long schools of red drum are showing up in the Ocracoke and Oregon inlets as they migrate north.

Schools of Spanish Mackerel are also making an appearance

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Fish Profiling

A number of Florida gamefish profiles, including the Lane snapper, Largemouth bass, Little tunny, Mangrove snapper, Mullet, Nurse Shark, Permit, Pompano, Red Drum, Red Grouper, Sand Seatrout, Sheepshead, Spanish Mackerel, Speckled Trout, Tarpon, Tripletail and Yellowtail Snapper, upon which ther is now a bag limit.

Minimum length 12 inches total length; included in 10-snapper aggregate bag limit.

That's good. Back in the late 80s Kehaar and I went out on a Key West party boat that hit the Yellowtails so hard I couldn't see the species surviving very long.

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Storm Chasers

Hurricane Isabel. Bad for homeowners. Good for science.

As meteorologists tracked Isabel's well-predicted northwest passage toward land, researchers mustered graduate students, four-wheel drive vehicles, boats, a personal watercraft and even a NASA plane to conduct some of the most precise inspections of the altered shoreline

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Free Wheelin!

The debate over vehicle beach access is still raising hackles in Hatteras.

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The Atkins Beer

Miller Beer credits the Atkins diet for increasing this year's profits by 50%.

It really doesn't matter. Most alcohols are low in digestable carbs to begin with, which are the important ones when it comes to Atkins. I've not seen a breakdown of fiber vs sugar carbs in beer, a measurement that one can fine on every Atkins food item on the planet, but I'd bet if there was one that the actual carb count (total carbs - non-digestable fiber carbs) would be low enough to qualify the vast majority of beers for Atkins.

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The Other Blues

Fishing for Bluefin Tuna off the NC coast. It's a 2003 reprint, but the pics are nice.

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A Matter Of Inches

A year-round guide to fishing the shallows of the Chesapeake.

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May 19, 2004

Water, Water Everywhere

Single Malt Vodkas.

If you want to start a fight between a Russian and a Pole, ask them who first started making vodka and stand back.

I prefer it when a Frenchman fights Spaniard, myself, but then I've always been partial to catfights.

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They Call Him "Stumpy"

Looks like the Waddell red drum hatchery in South Carolina is going to escape the budget axe after all.

So they can continue to hand-feed their cobia.

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Thank God All Those People Died Back in '00, Else The Fishing Wouldn't Be As Good

Chasing specks at the Galveston Jetties.

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Ditch Bitch

The Wilmington Star takes a swipe at George Bush over the silting up of the Intercoastal.

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Storm Warning

In the event of a hurricane, it takes 18 hours to evacuate Dare County, and 20 to get everyone off Ocracoke.

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It's The American Way

Get into trouble with John Law because some kids got caught at your bar with a fake ID?

Get some of your own back and sue their underage asses.

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Rey de Cervezas

San Migeul wins the The Publican Euro 2004 beer competition, which, I must admit, is not nearly as important as the title would have you believe. Still, I liked the World Cup-like brackets.

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Beer Wars

SABMiller and Anheuser-Busch duke it out in China.

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May 18, 2004

Pacific Stripers

Stripers are found on the West Coast as well, though they're not meant to be.

Striped bass, Marone saxatillis, an Atlantic species, were imported to the Sacramento River of California from New Jersey in 1879. Twenty years after 432 juvenile striped bass were released near San Francisco Bay, one million pounds per year were being harvested by Pacific Coast fisherman.

God only knows which native species have been driven out of their ecological niches by that well meaning lunacy. I like stripers as much as the next fisherman, but they should be kept where they belong--otherwise they're just sportier versions of the northern snakehead.

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Never Stereotype Latinas. You Know How The Are

The Tecate tempest in a D-cup simplyrefuses to die.

The Labatt statement went on to say the company is analyzing the feedback and would come to some sort of decision this week. Comments can be e-mailed to the company at cervezatecate@beerdesk.com, or there's a form you can fill out at its Web site, www.labatt.com.

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Pics

Lots of Spanish at Ocracoke over the weekend.

A 16-foot Great White Shark off Rodanthe

A citation Spanish.

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Cam World

In Palm Beach, it's easy to determine the water conditions before heading out to fish--one just checks out The Jupiter inlet webcam.

North Carolina doesn't have anything nearly as nice for its coastal waters, though there are a number of webcams* overlooking saltwater in the state.

Beaufort's estuary webcam.
The Coast Guard station at Oregon Inlet. The camera may be up on the bridge, but the image is so poor I can't tell.
Atlantic Beach. near The Circle, I think.
Bald Head Island Marina
Wrightsville Beach
Avalon Pier Cam
Duck has 7 webcams, too bad no one fishes there.
Cat Marine on Harker's Island has 4.
Ocean Isle
Indian Beach
Two views from Oak Island
The harbor at Oriental
Ocracoke has two, but I can't get either to work at the moment.
Banks Channel on the Intercoastal Waterway near Wrightsville Beach.

As you can see, most are too small to be that informative.

Postscript: People do fish Jupiter Inlet--for sharks at least. Suggested equipment includes ballons and Lifesavers candy.

*Thanks to Carolina Cam world fro a number of the links above

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May 17, 2004

Beware Italians Bearing Whisky

If there's a booming market in antique whisky, the creative entrepreneur knows just what to do.

Buy old whisky bottles, fill them with rotgut, and sell them to credulous collectors for a hefty profit.

Who's to blame?

"The finger generally points to Italy; it may be terribly unkind to say that, but the Italians are master forgers. From classical times with major pieces of artwork there is a long and heroic history of forgery. But this is very bad luck, as a good forgery is almost impossible to detect, especially if the forger is using original bottles and refilling."

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Catfishing For Hammerheads

When I was younger, we used to fish for catfish by tieing four or five feet of monofilament to a 2 liter Coke bottle, baiting the other end with a chicken liver, and tossing it into the Tar River. When the bottle started moving upstream, there was a catfish on.

When it comes to fishing for hammerhead sharks, it's basically the same setup.

In addition to the 400-yard gill net, they used drum lines, which are 30-pound weights attached to buoys, attached to 100 feet of 700-pound monofilament line and a 14.0 circle hook.

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Give Me The Inlet Any Day

I don't think I'll try surf-fishing, or as they call it, surf wading, in Texas any time soon. You're standing in chest deep water, weighed down by equipment, and any fish you do catch are basically nothing more than shark attractors.

A wading belt of nylon or leather holds a scabbard for fillet knife and needle-nosed pliers, and a metal clip for securing a 15- to 20-foot cord "surf stringer." The specialized stringer of stiff braid is rigged with a cork on the terminal end; it is used to minimize tangling and to keep strung fish segregated. Don't ask why if you are skittish of sharks.

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Bye Bayou

Louisiana is losing coastal wetlands at a rate of 22,000 acres a year. Some of it is due to development, but big chunks of the coast are simply sinking beneath the waves.

I don't doubt those numbers at all," Schmit said. "Once you start losing land, and we're doing that with pipeline canals and levees, you no longer have soil or silt. When it starts sinking, you have ponds, then bays and eventually lakes. When that happens, the wind will beat it up.

"Not only are we sinking, the winds are beating us up. I've watched this area disappear every day. We are losing 25 square miles a year. It makes me sad when I am out there fishing and I see a pile of grass float off."

The fishing's still good, though.

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Still No Good In A Bar Fight

Another plus for the aluminum bottle; whatever liquid happens to be in one gets cold quicker than it would in a glass bottle.

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Flatfish Wrong

Commercial landings of southern flounder in NC may be cut by 30 percent if proposed new regulations are adopted.

Commercial fisherman are predicting the death of the industry, of course.

Those representing commercial fishing said the industry couldn't take the blow.

"Anything with a 30 percent impact, it'd be catastrophic right now," said commission member Tilman Gray.

However, biologists with the N.C. Division of Marine Fisheries said any less harvest reduction in catch would have little chance of allowing the over-fished southern flounder stocks to rebuild.

"Even in the next four years 30 percent is not going to do that," said DMF biologist Carter Watterson. "In five, six or seven years it might."

If southern flounder stocks aren't allowed to rebuild the industry is doomed anyway. What's the point of letting it take the fish down with it?

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Damn Dirty Jiggers

What was once the most productive tarpon hole in the world may be played out, though the reason why is still being debated.

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Your Average Zinfandel Doesn't Hold Up As Well Against Bait Slime

Another page in the age old beer-vs.-wine debate.

In truth, the different processes involved in making beer and wine make it unrealistic to draw exact parallels between the two. Winemaking is by nature agricultural, while brewing is more technical. Matilda Bay's head brewer Brad Rogers has gone so far as to say beer brewing is "technically harder and scientifically more challenging" than winemaking.

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Near-Beer

Turns out drinking a non-alcoholic beer may be just as good for your health as partaking of a regular beer is.

But if it doesn't make the chick at other end of the bar any cuter, what's the point?

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May 16, 2004

This Is France's Fault

The difference between beer and biere.

While traditional beer advertising panders to basic biology — sex, thirst, aggression and boisterous male stupidity — some microbrews try to set themselves apart from the pack by appealing to our aesthetic sense.

While Molson and Labatt ads continue to be wallpapered across sports arenas and rock venues, microbreweries sponsor gallery events, film fests and live theatre.

I get it. In Canada, men drink beer, and sensitive pussies drink.....biere. What, is there a Zinfadel shortage or something?

God save the craft beer industry from dumbasses like the one above.

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The Wheel Turns Yet Again

For those who haven't been keeping track, Beer was good for you, then it was bad for you. Now it's good for you again.

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Bet You The Last Thing They Say Is The Equivalent Of "Hey, Ya'll Watch This!"

They're not called called dumb animals for no reason.

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Isabel

Parts of the Outer Banks are still suffering from Isabel's impact.

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Redfish, Bluefish, Renamed Jewfish

Goliath Grouper numbers have rebounded--though to catch one you'll need stainless-steel cable and a 12/0 reel..

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He'll Rochambeau You For It

Apparently a gray triggerfish won't think twice about biting you right on the nuts.

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On A Doughball, No Less

A world-record paddlefish, caught on a light action trout rod and 8 pound test.

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The March of Progress

Safe-to-eat Fugu is no longer an oxymoron, thanks to a diet change for the tiger blowfish.

Northern Puffer, here I come.

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May 15, 2004

Hola, Mamacita!

The Cold Latina billboard in all it's glory.

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May 14, 2004

Goddam Yanks

The Australian Beer of The Year is......American.

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Granny With A Grudge

Some people should just stay away from the brown liquor.

Richard Dolan needed 40 stitches after his 78-year-old grandmother, Jean Bagley, allegedly smashed a whisky tumbler into his face.

Bagley then told her heavily bleeding grandson that he 'f *** ing deserved it', the court was told yesterday.

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Man, That's Lazy

Electric reels.

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Romancing The Crab

An artificial lure intended to catch nothing but blue crabs--female blue crabs.

The way I figure it, that means the researchers are only a hop, skip and a jump away from an artificial crab that recreational fisherman can use. It's take the hassle out of using half a blue crab when going after drum, that's for sure.

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Chivas--On The Rocks

Chivas Regal, the undisputed king of the American scotch market in the days of Boogie Nights, is trying a comeback.

The china market seems key for a comeback, but do they know how to drink whisky over there?

In any nightclub, bar or young people’s venue in China, you will see groups of young people with a bottle of Chivas on the table. They share it and they mix it with soda water, green tea, whatever.”

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Somewhere, Millions Of Russians Are Spinning In Their Graves

Soy vodka

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Schoolin'

Click here, then pay attention to your cursor.

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They Call Me......The Sea Hunter

Here's a boat for us once we tire of Woundwort's slab-o-bass-boat, the SeaHunter 35.

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Duuuuuuhhh.

Even stupid people are catching stripers in New Jersey's Raritan Bay right now.

In other words, fishermen just like me.

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First, Burn Down Everything

A soft-shell crab recipe, from Detroit, of all places.

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Spiked Downunder

The choice of a new generation.

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Texas Trio

A survey of the top three Texas summer sport fish; Spanish, Pompano and Jack Crevalles.

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May 13, 2004

Saku To Me

The origin of Baltic barleywines, and a review of the Saku porter.

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Blue Food

The right way to prepare and cook bluefish, with a couple of recipes from Dr. Bogus.

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Like The Swallows To Capistrano

It's legislating season in NC, so the yearly battle over a saltwater fishing license is rearing its head again. Dennis Rogers asks "Can't we all just get along?"

Nancy Fish with the state Division of Marine Fisheries says there are 4,500 commercial fishermen along the coast. Their annual harvest is worth $144 million.

There are 1.7 million recreational fishermen generating $1.57 billion each year. More than a million of those sport fishermen are from out of state.

What's weird in this twisted tale of power politics is that recreational fishermen support the $15 license fee on themselves, but commercial fishermen (who already pay a license fee of their own) are against it.

Rogers is wrong in thinking that allowing the money from licenses to be spent any old way will prevent the political power of the recreational fishermen from skyrocketing. Money is political power, and commercial fishermen don't want the legislature getting a taste of it from the recreational side of things. That might lead to laws that benefit those generating it--such as a ban on commercial landings of drum, more equitable (i.e. smaller commercial) quotas on flounder and other game fish, and a ban on inshore trawling.

If Marine Fisheries managed resources on the basis of economic impact, the commercial fishermen would be screwed already. Their big fear is that saltwater licenses are a step in that direction, no matter what the money from the program ends up getting used for.

No matter what, though, commercial fishermen will never go out of business. Who else would we buy bait from?

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Stripers

They may be in trouble in the Chesapeake, but the striped Bass in the Roanoke river are in thick this year.

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Fish Oil: It's Not Just For Humans Anymore

Is a shortage of menhaden in the Chesapeake leading to increased striped bass mortality?

It is called microbacteriosis and destroys the internal organs of striped bass. There is no cure, however heat kills this organism, and you can eat infected striped bass in perfect safety if cooked at 170 degrees farenheit.

Some experts claim that mor than half of all stripers in local waters are already infected. Is this nonsense, or is the threat real and growing? Maybe this season will provide an answer.

The claim is that the disease attacks malnourished fish.

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I Don't See Any Fingers On That Fish

A nice gag grouper, from a Florida gulf coast fishing report.

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Just A Pinch Between Your Cheek And Gum

How in the hell does one turn alcohol into a powder?

Mind you, it would be great for the beach.

"Nothing but water in that cooler, Ossifer. Got no idea why I'm so drunk."

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Toothy

King Mackerel in the Ocracoke inlet--along with a few chopper blues, it appears.

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Baby Got Her Back Up

Shocking news from New Mexico. Beer advertising is sexist!

The billboard features a tilted Tecate beer bottle heavily beaded with dewy condensation and the words "Finally. A Cold Latina."

Heh.

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Youse Guys

50 years ago the beer capital of America wasn't Milwaukee. It was Brooklyn.

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Home Of The Gaelic

NC's own Asheville's Highland Brewing turns ten this year, making it one of the state's oldest craft breweries.

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They're Only Tough When They're On The Ice

The Tampa Bay Lightning pussies out.

As I expected they would, to be honest.

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May 12, 2004

Make Way For Jacques

Ze lovely night-farting herring produces gas only in zee company of eets fellows.

Post-Scriptum: Zee whale, she fart also.

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Bad For A Bar Fight, Though

Big Sky Scape Goat joins MooseDrool as one of two beers served in aluminum bottles.

Making them a good choice for Cape Point and it's pesky ranger, I'd assume.

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The End Times Are Nigh

Canada is running out of beer.

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Crazy Cajun Nomenclature

A state record......gaspergoo?

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Finally, Hockey Becomes A Southern Sport

Time to become a rabid Tampa Bay Lightning fan. The team is offering unlimited free beer to season ticket holders.

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The Right Equipment For The Right Conditions

An eleven year old fishes Cape Point with a couple of 2/0 bream hooks on a bottom rig, a reel held on with a hose clamp, rod guides patched up with duct tape and piano wire, and 15-year-old mono.

Wanna guess the size of the black drum he caught?

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A New Old Redfish

The robust redhorse has been re-discovered, after 121 years.*


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May 11, 2004

Can Can't

Beer can collectors; a dying breed.

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Five Alive

The top five North Carolina saltwater fish.

And I knew this made sense, though it didn't produce any fish for me from Woundwort's boat.

The same is true for inside fishing in the shallower water, where anglers use Carolina rigs while allowing baits to drag behind a boat on an incoming or outgoing tide at the inlets, or with the wind in a bay. Some anglers use Carolina rigs or variations of them to troll for flounder in areas where there is no water movement.

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Deboner

It's possible to debone a shad, but those who know how to are increasingly rare.

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Rockfish

Where to find Jordan Lake and Neuse River Stripers.

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May 06, 2004

Edge Of The Abyss

Coors, unsatisfied with just one low-carb beer, is rolling out another, Coors Edge, which is intended for people who think Aspen Edge is a premium low-carb beer.

Nothing quite like seeing a new oxymoron being born, is there?

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Sow Bureacracy

Lunker Speck Sows--there's three words most people won't get the meaning of-- are being caught in Louisiana, but as of June only two over 25 inches can be kept, as that state is initiating it's first regulations on big specks.

Except as provided in R.S.56:325.1, within those areas of the state, including coastal territorial waters, south of Interstate 10 from its junction at the Texas-Louisiana boundary eastward to its junction with La. 171, south to La. 14, and then south to Holmwood, and then south on La. 27 through Gibbstown south to La. 82 at Creole and south on La. 82 to Oak Grove, and then due south to the western shore of the Mermentau River, following this shoreline south to the junction with the Gulf of Mexico, and then due south to the limit of the state territorial sea, no person shall possess, regardless of where taken, more than two spotted seatrout exceeding 25 inches total length

A model of clarity, ain't it?

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No Word Yet On The Pink Snapper Saute

A whole baked Red Snapper recipe.*

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I Would Still Rather Fish With A Winch On The Front Of The Truck

Mitchell has released a new ultralight spinning reel, the 310X.

I'm sure it's very nice, but when it boils down to it, I'm not enough of a sportsman to be a big fan of the ultralight tackle. Sure that croaker may fight like a bastard while it's being reeled in on this thing, but when it boils down to it, it's just a croaker. Besides, fighting stresses the hell out of a fish, and the lighter the tackle, the longer the fight. 90% of the fish I catch get released, and in some cases releasing an exhausted fish is tantamount to killing it.

It's gotten to the point with red drum, for example, that people are saying to fish for them with at minimum a heavy action rod and reel lined with 25 pound test. Since the trophy drum have to be released, the point is to get them in, get a picture, and get the fish back out as quickly as possible.

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Mint Well

The history and tradition that is the mint julep.

"A mint julep is not the product of a formula. It is a ceremony and must be performed by a gentleman possessing a true sense of the artistic, a deep reverence for the ingredients and a proper appreciation of the occasion.

It is a rite that must not be entrusted to a novice, a statistician, nor a Yankee. It is a heritage of the Old South, an emblem of hospitality and a vehicle in which noble minds can travel together upon the flower-strewn paths of happy and congenial thought."

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Then I Could Pee On The Alligator

Alligator's are ok if you're being shut out, but I'd rather have beer.

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Southern, Not Summer

Regs on Southern Flounder are on their way to North Carolina.

What the proposed regulations look like;

An eight-fish creel limit for recreational anglers, a minimum length of 14 inches (up from the current 13-inch minimum), and a seasonal closure from Nov. 8 through Dec. 31.

Commercial interests are pissed, of course.

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Good Neuse For The Anadromous

The Roanoke isn't the only place for NC stripers and shad. Thanks to a dam removal a few years back, they now travel up the Neuse almost as far as Raleigh.

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Jed Clampett Struck It Rich In The Ozarks Too, As I Recall

The $50,000 crappie.

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And Bud'll Buy The Output!

The red wines of Collioure--great first aid for horses.

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May 05, 2004

Dlinking Mirrel

Miller fires its first broadside in the Great China Beer War.

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Nothing Like An Old-Fashioned Kilt Raising

When I was single, the world needed more drinks like the Knicker Dropper Glory, not less.

Some suggested shooter names, once the KDG meets it's certain fate.

The Anal Experimenter (made with kahlua, of course), The Paper Bagger, Drenched Panties, and The Me And My Twin Sister Invite You Back To Our Place.

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Fishing, Drinking, Birding, Stinking

This story on the Chesapeake's trophy stripers is kinda thin, but the osprey picture is nice.

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Or Squaw In The Nads, Depending On Your Dialect

New regulations for fluke and porgies have kicked New York's charter fleet square in the nads.

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On The Bright Side Of Things PCB Ingestion Is Down

Coastal fishing in Delaware hasn't heated up yet.

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I Could Do It, Too, If I Gave Up Dinners

Six bottles of beer a month delivered to your door for a year--only $900 with the Rare Beer Club.

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Can A Surrender Be Far Behind?

French whisky comes to Scotland.

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But When It Comes To Coney Island Whitefish, June's Your Month

May is the month for Staten Island Stripers.

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My Life Is Complete Now

A story on a fish hatchery for the Rappahannock graces us with a lovely shot of a man squeezing roe out of a shad's ass.

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Intracoastal Terrorists

Al-Qaeda targets the Intracoastal Waterway.

Based on a variety of confidential sources and bait shop phone intercepts facilitated by The Patriot Act, we have reason to believe that a shadowy, loose alliance of men, many of them foreign nationals, have been conducting regular surveillance on our high-value transportation infrastructure.

These men are often hard to track, frequently living in rented apartments, sometimes traveling by bicycle, and usually adjusting their routines with the phases of the moon.

Based on information and belief, many of these men are armed with knives and remain on the bridges for hours at a time, even though they often don't reel in any fish worth eating.

The level of pollution in the Intracoastal Waterway makes their "fishermen" cover story very dubious, and makes it plausible that they must be planning something.

We fear that these men, who seem to be up at all hours of the night, may constitute a new kind of sleeper cell -- more of an insomniac cell -- that may be hatching a coordinated attack.

If for example, a group of them was to take over a bridge tender's booth, they could raise and lower the bridge all day long, inconveniencing tens of thousands of motorists for very little reason.

And no one would notice the takeover!

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May 04, 2004

Lend Him An Ear

Cliched gay men apparently have 10 new vodkas to choose from now.

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Turtles All The Way Round

Use of the circle hook in Pacific long-line fisheries gets support from an unexpected source.

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Blues Lose

The Chesapeake Bay blue crab harvest has declined again this year, coming in down 30% from previous years.

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They Drink Shiner In Texas, For Example

Southern fishing styles, via reader Kevin Munden. Thanks, man.

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Damn Kids

The fish is bigger than the kid is.

They were fishing with a 2-hook bottom rig with a 2/0 extra long hook with shrimp. Not to mention 25lb test. Anyway, to make a long story short, they were on the North side of the Point fishing, right before lunch. He hooked up on a 71lb Black Drum. It was 52" in length and 32" girth.

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Hey, BaBY! Hey baBY!

More on the mating songs of fish*, including the black drum song that befuddles so many when heard for the first time.

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Turns Out Bruce Is A Poofter After All

Australians are no longer the world's leading beer drinkers. Still, the land of Mad Max and Crocodile Dundee leads the world in one alcohol category--they're the world's biggest consumers of girly drinks.

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Barney Fife Lives...

Not sure how this is related to FDS, but I would hope that there was at least some drinking involved. At least it could then explain things. This would have been awesome to watch though.

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Will it work on a heaver?

I have seen it all now:

I do wonder though what would happen if we tossed this out with a strong float/cork on it thus suspending it a few feet under water. Then let it drift until we found some fish or structure underneath it and start fishing. How far could you cast this thing? Interesting potential for surf fishing.

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Dlinking Budwiesel

Bud is brewed with so much rice that this is a logical move, when you think about it.

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Wastage

Twenty-five percent of what commercial fisherman land is estimated to be bycatch, according to report from the World Fisheries Congress.

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Message In A Bottle

Toss a bottle off the Oregon Inlet bridge, and it'll end up in France.

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#1 - Grab The Leader

Some rules for making catch-and-release as easy as possible on fish.

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Liquor Archaeology

Kevin found a pottery shard from a jug of whiskey while fishing in the sound over the weekend. There wasn't much to it--the words "price whiskey" and what appeared to be the lower half of "Winston-Salem" were all that appeared on it.

But it was enough to identify where it originally came from, once I got around to looking,--a jug of Casper's Whiskey. Had it been part of a whole bottle, it would have been worth about $150.

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May 01, 2004

Report

Fished the Morehead City bridge and a hole in the Bogue sound near the Beaufort inlet yesterday. Water and wind were real calm, which was good, as were out in a flat-ass bass boat. Oddly enough, it was the only one out there.

Caught specks, blues, whiting and several small black sea bass, one smooth dogfish and several spot and hogfish. Not much size to any of them other than the first three. Ignored the fish finder frot he most part--it only showed fish in the channel, and that would have annoyed the other boats. Windier today--not sure of the plans yet.

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