FDS: June 2004 Archives

June 30, 2004

Ocracoke Bound

Going to Ocracoke next week to wet a hook. Hope to catch something, but I bet I won't catch quite the number of buzzes I caught last October on the annual trip. Anyone going to be in the area next week?

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Stinking...??

Felt like this would be interesting topic. We have plenty on fishing & drinkink but no stinking. This completes things I guess. Somehow, last night's supper discussion turned to taking baths/showers -vs- swimming. My position was swimming was pretty much good enough, especially in the camp setting. This led to longest period without actual showers. My personal best is 7 straight days w/only ocean and river swimming via a Mariner trip to Portsmouth/Ocracoke. I know Dawg had some serious bunker balls on our striper trip but extreme cold lessened the olfactory offenses. Who's got the best story out there for longest time between showers?

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The best ways to break your rod.

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A lesson in basic bunker.

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From a pier, you can hand feed seals, dolphins, whales, and.....tarpon?

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Seasonal Ales are becoming more important for the small brewery, driven as much by marketing needs as customer demand.

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June 29, 2004

Never mis-pour a beer again.

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Paean to a tarpon.

It is not simply because a New Yorker named W.H. Wood gave birth to big-game angling in 1885, by catching a tarpon on rod and reel near the mouth of the Caloosahatchee River, that you have to emulate his feat.

You needn’t have the least interest in historical significance.

Nor need you pay homage to the gods of economic impact that, ever since, have bestowed millions of dollars on the local economy, through the pursuit of the aptly nicknamed silver kings.

You should do battle with a tarpon because, win or more likely lose, you will feel more alive.

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A 59-pound blue catfish caught in the Cape Fear river last week.

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Since the feds have fallen down on the job when it comes to keeping the Intercoastal Waterway open, North Carolina is looking at buying its own dredge.

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Cause Methodists Know How To Drink

The camps of the Pamlico have a large impact on the economy of the area.

Camp Don Lee, with 55 acres adjacent to Sea Gull on the Neuse River, hosts about 1,400 summer campers from late May to mid-August, and spends $1,000 a day on food. The camp works on about $1.4 million annual operating expenses.

Expanding the operations past just the summer camps to include a successful school group program and other programming has added to the camp's community involvement, and been a financial boost, according to the Rev. John Farmer, the camp director.

"It has been very important for us," he says. "When I came here, we were supported 60 percent by the church, 40 percent by fees. We now get 7 percent and generate the rest.

"We found a niche market that schools (groups) were looking for," he continues. "Financially, we generate about $600,000 gross income on our summer camp program and we generate about $390,000 in our school program. So, they are fast approaching equal status."

Funny, they don't mention beer sales at all.

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First that kid in Hatteras, now this.

Breijak had just one line left in the water and it was rigged only with half of a frozen shrimp on 10-pound Spider monofilament line tied to a small No. 1/0 hook.

When Breijak began to reel the line in, he thought it was snagged — until the fish began to make a run.

"I could tell it was big right away," Breijak said. "It grabbed my hook and grabbed my shrimp and took off."

After battling the fish for about 30 minutes, Breijak finally landed it with the help of passing boaters who used a gaff to help pull it in.

He was stunned to see what he'd caught — a black drum that weighed 70 pounds and measured 48 inches.

Damn giant black drum must be attracted to crappy rigs.

Update: Ok, drum aren't the only ones.

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Nothing on it in the news, but according to my letter from NOAA Bluefin the daily limit on bluefin tuna has been increased for the first month of summer.

NOAA Fisheries has adjusted the daily retention limit for the recreational fishery for Atlantic bluefin tuna. From June 21 through July 21, 2004, vessels in the Angling Category are permitted to retain two bluefin tuna (27-73" length) per day/trip, while vessels in the Charter/Headboat category are permitted to retain three bluefin tuna (27-73" length) per day/trip. In addition, the Angling category trophy fishery for large medium and giant bluefin (measuring 73" or greater) is open in all areas, with a retention limit of one fish per vessel per year.

All bluefin landed must be reported within 24 hours of landing to the www.nmfspermits.com website or by calling (888) 872-8862. If landed in the states of North Carolina or Maryland, the bluefin must be checked into a reporting station prior to offloading. Information on reporting requirements in North Carolina can be obtained by calling (800) 338-7804, and in Maryland by calling (410) 213-1531.

Subsequent adjustments to the daily retention limits, if any, will be announced through publication in the Federal Register. In addition, permit holders may visit our website, www.nmfspermits.com or call the Atlantic Tunas Information Line at (888) 872-8862 for updates on quota monitoring and retention limit adjustments. For further information contact Brad McHale by telephone at 978-281-9260 or Brad.McHale@noaa.gov.

Bluefin Tuna grow up to 1500 pounds, and sell on the open market for about $90 a pound. ONe extra may not sound like much, but when it's sashimi grade bluefin it's a big damn deal.

Speaks well of the stock too, I suppose, if the regs can be increased for even a short time.

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Dammit. Yet another thing to get for the October trip.

According to new research, if you eat a prickly pear your risk of having a severe hangover is reduced by 50%. The prickly pear contains an extract that reduces the symptoms of nausea, dry mouth, hangover and loss of appetite.

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This kind of catfishing I could get into.

A fish-finder rig is the quintessential bottom-fishing ensemble that uses a sinker, leader and hook. Circle hooks are necessary for catch-and-release and make hook removal easy. Circle hooks usually snare the whiskered fish in the corner of their mouths, rendering release simple with a twist of the hook.

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Tales From The Drunk Tank

Drink till your balls are all over the walls

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Hitting Us Where We Live

As if we needed any more proof that terrorists are a bunch of sick, sadistic bastards--Booby-trapped beer coolers could be new terrorist arsenal.

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June 27, 2004

Wade fishing in the Gulf, and a neat tip.

Take a bottle of your lady’s fingernail polish — I don’t recommend using the expensive stuff — and mark your rod with the fish limits. For example, my rods have marks at the 14-, 20-, 24-, 25- and 28-inch spots. These are the minimums and maximums for flounder, speckled trout and redfish. Having these marks on your rod allows you an instant measuring stick; if your catch isn’t long enough, you can throw it back immediately.

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The latest in speck tactics--fleet fishing.

We have 16 boats with radios on the water every day," he said. "Each boat fishes a different area of Lake Calcasieu, and we let each other know where the fish are, how they're biting, what lures they're hitting, what color of lures they're hitting, and what's the best way to work the bait to catch the fish."

What is sounds like is a good way to overfish a particular population.

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June 24, 2004

Catching the Catfish of the Xingu.

Ian translates: "Manassés believes the guariba is telling us a big pirarara will soon take our bait."

As if on cue, Ian's rod takes a nosedive. The High Lama sets the hook and meets powerful resistance. A Xingu monster has taken the bait.

"Can you hear it?" Ian asks.

Deep booming sounds emanate from the water. The leviathan speaks, and tells us it is indeed a pirarara. The name means "macaw fish," and like its namesake bird the fish is vociferous.

"Grandé!" Manassés exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

Some good pics of the various species, too.

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Didn't realize you could catch tarpon off a pier.

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Eating fish, even the ones with dioxins and PCBs, is still good for you.

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Menhaden oil, stink baits? Feh. What you need is some WD-40 and a tube of Preparation H in the tackle box.

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The SmartCast RF20 is another rod-mounted fish finder. There's a fairly glowing review of it here.

If I had to make a guess, I'd say that green thing is what attaches to your line. I'm thinking it requires need two rods--one for the fishfinder, and one for bait. It also appears than they can be networked together, so that you can see the results from more than one finder on a single screen.

Be nice to have a picture of what's going on in the inlet, come those slow afternoons in October, but it only functions if it's within 35 yards or so of the receiver. I'd think even we would want it to have at least a 50 yard range.

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Dammit, man. There's no point in using live bait for sharks if you haven't got a line attached to it.

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N.C. Coastal federation volunteers are restoring a marsh on the Neuse just to to the east of Oriental, one piece of grass at the time.

Before the planting, only a dilapidated bulkhead stood between the waves and Steffee's property. Now, just over a year later, a budding marsh stabilizes the land.

"We're very pleased with the growth over the year and very happy with how things have gone," Steffee said. "This time next year, it should look like natural marsh."

I know a couple other places on the Neuse that should look into that.

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Pity the Russian children, for the government is trying to take away their beer.

"Young people think beer is not alcohol, so they've been drinking it all their lives," said Vladislav Kiselyev, a spokesman for the Moscow City Duma, which forwarded to parliament a bill to declare beer alcoholic. "You see children drinking beer on their way to school."

No wonder we won the Cold War--we were fighting a nation of drunks.

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June 23, 2004

Missed this earlier, but here's a story on Buffy Warner's wake.

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Monty Python Holy Grail Ale: Not a gimmick beer.

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Durham's own All About Beer magazine gets profiled by the Seattle PI.

The magazine novice has helped guide All About Beer through uncertain times in recent years. A consolidation in magazine distributors made it harder for small publications to get shelf space on newsstands and in book stores. And the 2001 terror attacks jolted the magazine, as the uncertain economy made some companies reluctant to advertise and readers focused on other matters.

What they need is a damn beer blog, but they've stop responding to my e-mails.

Not that I'm bitter or anything,

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Catfishing the North Carolina rivers.

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Plans for a 17-mile replacement bridge for the Bonner Bridge have been dropped, much to the dismay of environmentalists.

Instead of spending about $300 million to build a bridge that limits access to much of the best fishing, surfing, birding and beachcombing on the Outer Banks, White suggested that DOT build a cable-stayed bridge in about the same location as the existing bridge.

The savings then could be put toward maintenance of N.C. 12, the erosion-plagued highway on Hatteras Island.

Because N.C. 12 maintenance has been so successful, don't you know.

Funny thing is, the shorter bridge favored by Dare County officials hasn't a chance in hell of clearing a federal environmental review, so it won't get built either.

I'm now firmly of the belief that nothing will get done about this until the Bonner bridge is washed away in a storm, and maybe not then. I say tear the damn thing down and put in ferries.

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Pompano Papillot

From the Naples Daily News

1 onion, chopped fine
¼ pound butter (1 stick)
1 cup flour
1 pint boiled milk (whole)
2 eggs
Dash of nutmeg
Dash of Tabasco sauce
1 ounce sauterne or sherry
½ pound cooked shrimp, chopped
½ pound cooked crawfish, chopped
4 pompano steaks (about 6 ounces each)
Salt to taste
Parchment paper or heavy waxed paper, buttered

Sauté onion for 5 minutes in melted butter. Slowly add flour to form a paste or roux, and over low heat allow the flour to cook without burning or browning. Add milk and cook to a thick cream sauce. Add chopped shrimp and crawfish. Add salt to taste. For each individual pompano steak: On a large piece of buttered parchment or wax paper, spread part of the cream sauce, then place a skinned pompano steak on top. Cover with more sauce and fold paper to form a bag with crimped edges. Brush with melted butter and place in a preheated 350-degree oven for 30 minutes. Serves 4.

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Who Needs Enemies?

Mike Kelly and Wayne Mobley were out flounder gigging in the White River one night last week when the Marine Patrol showed up. They were cited

...for possession of 12 undersized flounder and two gigged red drum.

Pitiful, but what can you expect? The two guys were probably just drunk rednecks out for a night of toe-bombing, right?

Wrong. Mike Kelly is the directory of the N.C. Division of Environmental Health, and Wayne Mobley is head of the Shellfish Sanitation and Recreational Water Quality Section in the same department.

They're two of the biggest environmental officials in the state.

With friends like these.....

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June 22, 2004

Well, I know one person who knows what you feel like, George.

After 30 minutes of this I experienced a sensation akin to casting to largemouth bass with a deep diver and snagging a well-anchored log.

But the log moved. Slowly it traversed the surf in front of me, aggressively pillaging line from the Ambassadeur 5000 casting reel. The rod bent dangerously. Nearby anglers reeled in their lines as a courtesy.

The fish steadily swam out to sea. I pumped the rod and reeled, gaining inches of line as the fish stole fee.

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A pro-saltwater license editorial, by the president of the North Carolina CCA. In two sentences, he explains why commercial fishing interests oppose it.

An estimated 1.3 million recreational anglers who live in and visit North Carolina contribute $1.3 billion every year to the state's economy. Almost 6,000 active commercial fishermen account for $150 million in annual business.

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You don't need one of them fancy boats to fish out in the ocean. Hell, a canoe'll do.

"One day the two of them went looking for cobia, and they paddled almost 2 miles offshore, farther than they'd ever ventured.

"I hooked a 40-pounder and I fought that fish for almost four hours," Chapman said. "Finally, we got it to the boat, and when we tried to gaff the fish, we rolled the canoe.

"It didn't sink, and I still had the cobia hooked, so I hung onto the side and put the rod in a rod holder, thinking we could make it to the beach and still land the cobia."

But the monofilament fishing line became tangled, and Chapman intentionally broke off the cobia.

"The blacktips (sharks) were everywhere that day. In fact, we had released one earlier," Chapman said. "Courtney and I were just hanging onto the sides, kicking with our legs to push the canoe toward shore. It took us 2 hours, and it was a little scary knowing the sharks were around."

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Tales From The Drunk Tank

That's not what the yellow line is for, lady.

You have the right to remain silent. You have the right not to remember a damn thing about these rights come tomorrow morning.

Giving the goddam kids what for.

Blowboaters done trashed the town.

Too drunk to remember taking the job.

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June 21, 2004

Yes, Homer, there really is a Duff beer. At least there used to be.

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Access Denied

The Park Service says that Pole Road, the soundside access road at Hatteras Villages, is going to be more or less closed for the next three years.


Also, The News and Observer has a story on the Fort Fisher beach closures.

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Nutria have appeared in Atlantic Beach.

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"But Honey, I've got to take the girl fishing. How else is she going to get ready for the tournament?"

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Grading the Budweiser beer ads, over at Slate.

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So Fresh, It's Still Steaming

Budweiser uses Clydesdales for fresh beer delivery.

Nothing quicker than taking the Bud directly from the horse and putting it into the bar, I suppose.

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It's not a beer belly--it's a bread belly.

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June 17, 2004

An anti-aging beer has been developed in Germany.

If I drink enough of it, perhaps I'll won't have to get frozen in the first place.

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Tales From The Drunk Tank

Drenched in Vomit

I've no recollection of robbing that liquor store.

Nor do I remember what I did with the rest of his tongue.

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Louisiana has further reduced limits on large specks, down to only two a day over 25 inches.

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Stripers and predators love the Indian River Inlet. No wonder.

Indian River's depths plummet to more than 75 feet, compared to 12 to 20 feet at most other inlets.

Additionally, the inlet's Route 1 bridge pilings are situated in some of the deepest areas and are large enough to create a major damming effect. This produces some complex underwater current patterns.

This combination of diversified depth and bottom structure, varying currents, fast tidal flows, turbulent eddies and relatively high water quality creates ideal habitat for a variety of forage and gamefish species. Weakfish, bluefish, flounder, tautog and striped bass are the inlet's top-end predators.

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The art of tasting requires training all of the senses.

And a fair ability to bullshit on command, if you ask me.

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Dollars For The Cut

North Carolina representatives have scraped three million in funding out of the House Appropriations Committee for maintenance and dredging on the Intercoastal Waterway, plus another million for dredging the Lockwoods Folly inlet. It's a pittance, far less than what the Army Corp of Engineers says it will cost just to maintain the waterway, but it's much better than what the entire waterway was getting from the Bush administration--nothing.

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A picture of the 633 pound Blue Marlin caught off Oregon Inlet Monday.

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June 16, 2004

One For Father's Day

Sometimes, it's better just to watch others fish. Especially if you fathered them.

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Some Words On Mead

Emailed to me by the folks at Liquid Solutions.

Sure most of us have heard of mead through Shakespeare, Chaucer, Beowulf, or various religious texts but how many of you know what it is or have ever tried it. Mead is simply fermented honey. Just as wine is made from grapes and cider made from apples, mead is made from honey. Many people mistake mead for a wine or a beer but wine is defined as fermented fruit juice and beer as fermented grain, and mead does not fall into either category. Mead really does deserve to be in its own category due to the fact that it doesn’t taste like either of them.

Many people believe that mead is the first alcoholic drink mankind ever made. If one was to dilute honey with water it will spontaneously ferment into mead. Obviously the process used today to make mead is a lot more complex and refined but you can see why many cultures around the world discovered mead independently from each other. Mead had been quite popular for centuries and has only recently fallen out of favor. It was only after around 1940 when wine became quite cheap that it has disappeared from the cultural radar. Now it is true that it has never been REALLY popular in the US but in the last decade our market has been expanding greatly with more and more meaderies popping up all over the country.
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Another misconception about mead is that it is sweet. Now it is true that some are but it actually comes in a full range of sweetness levels. Just like wine there are full sweet dessert styles as well as light crisp dry styles. The mead makers can easily control the amount of residual sugar and acidity in the final product which gives a wide array of flavors, textures and finishes. The sweet mead, having a large amount of unfermented honey, will have more of a “honey” flavor to it. The dry meads have almost no unfermented honey left in them and if you can imagine honey that is not sweet, what you are left with is a delicate floral / citrusy flavor that is light, crisp and refreshing.

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NOAA has released its 2003 Status of Fisheries of the United States report. A news story on the release says the report is good news--most fish stocks on US waters are on the increase.

Four stocks were identified as rebuilt in the 2003 report. Winter flounder, blacktip sharks, and the South Atlantic & Gulf of Mexico stocks of yellowtail snapper were successfully rebuilt.
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The ten species no longer overfished are North Atlantic swordfish, pollock, summer flounder, monkfish, red grouper, blacktip shark, sandbar shark, South Atlantic yellowtail snapper, blue king crab and tanner crab.

Red Drum are still considered "overfished."

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Nothing like the sheer joy of a boy and his first rod and reel.

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Tales From The Drunk Tank

Drunk Defendant

This wouldn't have happened if KITT was around.

Blame Adam Sandler!

Fire! Fire!

A Lineman for the County becomes guest of same.

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Sometimes beer is the best wine.

According to Mr. Oliver, beer can be versatile in ways that wine cannot because brewers think about flavor in a way that winemakers cannot.

"Brewing is an act of intent," he said, "whereas there is more fate and serendipity involved in winemaking. If a winemaker's idea is to express the terroir, he might just get out of the way.

"But with beer, you try to create a vision, and there's a tradition of doing so. Brewing is more like cooking than like winemaking; my nearest peers are not winemakers, but chefs."

I almost bought Garret's book a year or so ago, but didn't, as the majority of my beer drinking has always been after eating, rather than while. I've always found that, for myself at least, beer with food is a recipe for feeling really full really quickly.

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June 15, 2004

Damn the clean water. Damn it to hell!

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Turns out that the number of hurricanes NC has experienced over the past decade may have actually been good for most of the coastal marine populations.

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Sometimes that near-beer can pack quite a punch.

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Pardon me, sir. I think you've missed the point.

With 200 drinking establishments in 4.7 square kilometres, Surry Hills is at the front line of the new campaign to discourage heavy drinking in bars and hotels.

If Surry Hill has 200 bars crammed into 4.7 square klicks, I would think the area is at the front line of a campaign to encourage drinking, not discourage it.

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America has the King of Beers. Russia has a beer oligarch, Oleg Tinkov, who learned everything he knows about beer from the US--including the lesson that sex sells.

A recent Tinkoff beer commercial made the most of this freedom. It begins with two leggy young Russian beauties gliding up to a lingerie shop. Amid a flash of panties, the two women alight from a canary yellow Mercedes, link arms and float smiling into the dressing room. A pat on the rump here, a bump there, and they lean in and kiss. An Italian aria swells, and a Tinkoff beer pops its bottle cap.
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An earlier ad, featuring a smiling young man stretched out on a yacht between two naked women, one black and one white, under the slogan "freedom of choice" - was deemed so offensive it was ultimately banned.

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Speaking of piranha, the auther in the story linked below filed an earlier report on them. It didn't go all his way.

After this photo was taken, the tip of his finger actually was bitten off by a live piranha.

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How bad is the payara? The Payaras is so bad that when you fish for one, you use a live piranha for bait.

Jesus thrusts the end of a long fiberglass rod into the water, then thrashes it back and forth, stirring the water violently.

"Here feeshy, feeshy, feeshy," he says, whipping the rod about, creating a horrible commotion.

My bobber stops. The piranha is still. Then, suddenly, it races away at a right angle to the current.

"Get ready, Senor Catfish," Jesus coaches. "The piranha is scared. Something has frightened him."

Wham! The "something" strikes the piranha, something so powerful it frightens me as much as it frightened my bait.

My 7-foot rod bows double. Line peels off the spool. The drag sings.

"Not yet, Senor Catfish," Jesus coaches. "Let him run until the count of 10, then set the hook."

… Seven, eight, nine …. "Now!" I rear back hard, both hands gripping the rod. Somewhere beneath the boat, the "something" that attacked the piranha feels the sting of the hook. This does not make it happy.

"Uh oh," says Jesus. "Now you peesed him off.

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Absinthe Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

Absinthe is legal again in Switzerland.

Now there's something I'd like to take on the fishing trip.

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June 14, 2004

The NC Wildlife Resources Comission has put a map of every boating access area in the state online.

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Fish Food

When I go, I want my head frozen.

So it can be grafted onto the body of a killer robot later on, of course.

But you can send my body to the people at Eternal Reefs.

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Not Exactly Halal

You'd think that since alcohol is verboten in Islam, alcohol produced by Muslims might be a little....iffy. You'd be right.

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Scotch is beginning to give vodka a run for its money in the land of its birth.

Whisky sales in Russia have risen 400 per cent in the past year with the nation’s new elite now more likely to reach for a bottle of Scotch than a bottle of Stolichnaya.

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Trivia Note Of The Night

Budweiser is known as "100 Powers" in China.

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Beer is still good for you. At least until the next study comes out.

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A beer with Ronald Reagan.

About 200 people packed the pub as Reagan ordered a $1 Ballantine’s beer, which he paid for. ("That kind of separated him from other politicians who have been here," Stenson said.)

Good choice.

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Predicting what the hurricane season will be like is hard. Predicting what the shrimping season will be like is harder.

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Crab potters and fishermen in the Core Sound used to get along just fine. Now, with crab potters from other areas working Core Sound waters, they're at each other's throats more often than not.

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What you can catch in Louisiana. Aside from the tripletail and paddle fish, it's the same as NC.

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June 13, 2004

Bathtub Gin Comes To Dar Es Salaam

Your life could be worse. You could be drinking gongo, for instance.

Some interviewees acknowledged that gongo posed a health risk because it was produced in an unhygienic environment and was potentially poisonous.

They said they knew of a couple of people who had literally been reduced to mobile skeletons and suffered considerable hair loss as a consequence of sustained gongo consumption.

Ashura Mohamedi of Kunduchi said gongo drinkers faced a bigger risk from brewers who used toxic substances to make the drink stronger, in order to impress customers.

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This is the first I've heard of it, but it appears that juvenile lionfish* are already appearing in the shallow waters of the NC coast.

Needless to say, that's one fishery that will never be catch and release.

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Move Over, Bass

Red Drum may be the next big tournament fish.

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The Crap Craze Continues

Light and low-carb beer sales are on track to surpass regular beer sales for the first time ever next year.

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The pendulum may have swung as far as it's going to towards the single malts--"craft blending" is being touted as the next big thing in Scotches.

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Now that a Gulf sport fishery has begun to target them, Mississippi is introducing a tag and release program for tripletail.

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The Beer With The Taste For Food

All of them.

Actually, it's not such a stretch. In April, the International Association of Culinary Professionals gave its award for best cookbook in the "Wine, Beer, or Spirits" category to Oliver--the first time a book on beer has won.

Beer can accompany a salad with vinegarette dressing--something no wine on earth could ever do.

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More on Buffy Warner's death.

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June 11, 2004

Buffy Warner, the owner of Howard's Pub, died last night after a fall on his yacht.

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Why I love PENN reels:

http://reelbuzz.com/fishreports/lookout/default.asp
Need I say more? I just hope to "catch" this one in October!!
I wonder if they are spincast or conventional? My guess would be conventionals that have been "magged" for high performance!

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No Longer The Queer Beer

Coors is facing a gay boycott over comments by Colorado Senate candidate Peter Coors on gay marriage.

Coors is trying to distance itself from its former chairman's statement of support for gay marriage, but it probably won't do any good. It's not like he doesn't own stock in the company--a Coors boycott will hit him right in the wallet.

What may be worse for Peter Coors is that the story makes him look like a person who'll say anything to get elected. Apparently gays were fine with him not too long ago.

Ironically it was Peter Coors who led the change within the company going so far as to promote Coors beer in person in gay bars.

Sources close to his Senate campaign say that political analysts told him he was seen as too liberal for many Republican supporters and if he wanted to win the nomination he would have to take a stronger stance against gay marriage.

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Twisting By The Spool

Overcoming the eternal heartbreak of line-twist.

One would think that by adding a swivel above the lure or bait would cure the problem. Swivels work best when their size correctly matches the fishing line size. Many anglers use swivels that are too big. A good guide is to match the diameter of the wire used to make the swivel to the diameter of the line. A swivel that is too large will not swivel properly because main line does not generate enough torque for the swivel to turn. Using the wrong size swivel when trolling can turn a good day on the water into a nightmare of tangles. Line can be twisted so badly when trolling that the only cure is to re-spool the reel with fresh line.

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June 10, 2004

Don't Bogart The Bottle, Dude.

Drug Fusion aficionados can rest easy. Cannabis vodka is once again legal in Russia.

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Yanking Permit Permits

Florida is tightening its regulations on Permit.

The Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission ordered its staff to rewrite the rule, cutting the daily limit from one fish more than 20 inches long per person to two fish over 20 inches per boat.

"At workshops, we heard testimony of boats taking 15 to 20 fish per trip when these fish are spawning, fish weighing up to 40 pounds," said Lee Schlesinger, operations manager for the FWCC's marine division.

The charter boat captains have got no one to blame but themselves for this. I wouldn't be surprised if per-boat limits similar to the above appear in NC one day soon.

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GPS Mess

If you are fishing offshore this weekend, or next for that matter, it might be wise to rely on something other than your GPS* for position information.

Off and on for the next two weeks, a Department of Defense exercise off the Virginia/North Carolina coast will interfere with boaters' global positioning system equipments and probably cell phones.

A compass, say.

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There's a copy of the story here as well, if you don;t want to go through the annoying registration/sign-in rigamarole.

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Avoid the Uruguayan fish livers--they've been off lately.

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Less Filling! Less Taste! Less Filling! Less Taste!

Carolina Beer's Carolina Light is going to be re-marketed as a low-carb beer.

Hopefully this move is being done to provide the company with a cash cow, somthing that will allow it to keep producing it's other, better beers.

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My God That's A Long Way To Haul The Beer Cooler

Here's why you never hear of anyone surf-fishing in Virginia.

More anglers fish the beaches of Delaware , New Jersey and North Carolina , but only because those states allow beach-buggy access. Getting on places such as Smith, Metompkin, Hog, Myrtle and Cobb takes considerably more effort. Surf casters must get to the islands by boat, walking sometimes in excess of 2 miles to the their favorite fishing holes once they arrive on shore.

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No Plug For Plugs Here

A Plugger must have one quality above all--faith.

Switching from natural bait to "hardware" requires a leap of faith. Most important, you must have confidence that lures will work and that the chosen bauble dangling from the rod tip is first among equals. Somehow, that aura of confidence transmits down the line and through the water.

Scoff if you will, but rare is the veteran plugger who does not endorse this belief. He admires a tray of lures and makes a selection because, under the existing circumstances, that particular choice just looks "fishy." Many previous tides are whispering, "This is it — the killer bait."

Yet still he is fishing at a disadvantage.

Confidence is critical, but conditions also are important. The lure-chunker, more so than the bait-soaker, is at the mercy of the elements. Put another way, the best lure falls far short of a kicking brown shrimp or a chunk of cut mullet in muddy "frog water."

If it's not as good as live or cut bait, then I say it's spinach, and I say the hell with it. Might as well fish with the car keys

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Fishing Question?

Having devoting all fishing times to the pursuit of surf fishing the last few years I am left with some thoughts: Is surf fishing totally dependant on outside influences? For example, because the wind blows in one direction, does it really matter if I fish. If the water is muddy or weedy, etc and no fish are around, is it worth it to really even fish? Ultimately, so far, surf fishing has been hit or miss. Mostly all miss. We do ok on the fall trip in Ocracoke. Buxton however, has been a miss every time, except sharks. After all the expenses are added, I and by extension, any of you, could take boat trips around Atlantic Beach/Cape Lookout areas for a variety of fish that are there on a predictable basis. While still devoted to the annual FDS trips to Ocracoke, this is one who may go back to nearshore/inshore fishing in lieu of the 3 and 4 day trips to Cape Point area. Very cheap fishing also around the CDL/Oriental areas out to Swan Island. Speckled trout, tarpon, big red drum, flounder, etc...I think it would be fun to fish out of Oriental and get a room for 2 nights. Just getting tired of not catching much of anything. Variety would be nice as well as a good way to see the Lower Neuse. Free camp out night(s) on South River or Cape Lookout surf fishing. Ideas for 2005 trips. Finally, FDS 2004 is only 18 weeks away!!

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Here's the report...

Fishing was in one word: slow. Two words are better? Very slow. Not much at all. Worked it very hard on the northern side of Cape Point for 3 days and final tally: 2 seagulls, 8 inch flounder, 9 inch Bonito via Stingsilver, 4 foot shark and one 10 inch shark. Also, Curt saved a man's life after he fell off his kayak at the outer bar dropping off his bait. Total time baits in water for 3 days: Approx 32 hours. Average hours per fish/sea gull: 5.3 hours waiting for 1 fish or bird. Dismal. Bait situation was great. We arrived at Frank and Frans about 10 minutes after bait truck left. Beautiful bunker and extra fresh shrip. Weather was great. Sunny, low winds, very clear water. Water was as clean as I have ever seen it!! I didn't see anyone else do anything. Nothing up and down the whole beach. Quite different than RDT reports for our dates: June 6-9th. They seemed to indicate some steady action I couldn't find while fishing the Point myself.

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June 09, 2004

Shark and Flounder fishing in South Carolina

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Here's a job we can aspire to in our old age--river pro.*

David Murray stands behind the pro shop counter at his Lowcountry resort, ready to schedule a lesson, consult on equipment or hear about the day's latest feat. But unlike many clubhouses in this golf-mad region, Murray's place is stocked with fishing rods, tackle boxes and a knowledge of the outdoors far beyond any course.

Murray, 57, is the resident river pro at Oldfield, a three-year-old residential community about 10 miles west of Hilton Head Island. Like the starch-collared golf pros who populate the area, Murray shares his expertise with homeowners and guests at the resort along the Okatie River.

His duties range from cleaning a 35-pound cobia caught near the Atlantic Ocean that morning, to a quick lecture on fly-tying or casting for shrimp near sundown.

"A large part of it is instructional," Murray said. "It's a way to tie everything to the river."


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Four online retailers of alcohol are being taken to court in Massachusetts for selling to minors.

Don't know how an online company could ever be sure that their customers are legal, but one way to cut down on the kiddie buying is to not sell the cheap stuff. Lots of kids will try and buy Bud online. Very few will spend their cash on Samuel Smith.

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A new proposal before the NC Marine Fisheries Commission would ban oyster dredging in 37,000 more acres of the Pamlico sound. Another would ban gill nets in Spooner Creek. The first seems logical--NC oyster populations have been declining to for years, but the second....well, see for yourself.

The Spooners Creek proposal resulted from a petition from Spooners Creek subdivision, who complained that mullet fishermen kept them awake at night, impeded navigation in the day and trespassed in their yards and docks.

This smacks of ding-batters moving in from outside the area and trying to throw their weight around to me, but what do I know?

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Oh, looky! A study paid for by a hog farmers association concludes that, surprise, hog feces and urine aren't bad for NC waterways after all.*

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This report from Tampa Bay suggests that warm water sightings of Great Whites, like the one off Rodanthe, may instead be huge Bull Sharks.

``Bulls get really massive when they reach full maturity, and they are often mistaken for whites,'' Hueter said. ``It's not impossible that it could have been a great white, but they are cold-water sharks and are almost never reported in summer in Florida, and only rarely, well offshore, in winter.''

On the other hand, who wants to gets close enough to find out?

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June 08, 2004

Florida's fishing regs are evidently so complex that even the guys in charge of creating them can't follow them.

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30-pound test, no leader line and cut bait = 1 contest-winning 156 pound tiger shark.

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Atlantic gray trout (weakfish) populations are crashing. No one seems to know why, though a concurrent decline in menhaden stocks may be a factor.

This can't have helped, though.

Lewis Myers likes to brag about catching 287 weakfish in one day back in the 1970s. In those days, it was common for Myers and other recreational fishermen to catch so many weakfish, they would toss some of them back.

Gosh, how good of him, to toss some of his 287 fish back into the sea.

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A blue crab recovery may be underway in the Chesapeake

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A pro-beach nourishment editorial from the Wilmington Star

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I've Got......Big Balls And I Cannot Lie....

Salmon living near whisky distilleries grow extra large testicles.

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Shark attack on a school of Tarpon

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Shackleford Banks

Took the daughter over to Shackleford Banks this weekend. It was beautiful. The weather was awesome and the traffic out there looked just as bad as I-40 at 5 o'clock. There were boats all over the place and you had to be careful maneuvering to shore or you would surely hit somebody with a lot more money, and a nicer boat. Once there the wild horses were close to shore so the Bug loved seeing them, along with a pony or two in the mix. I guess the pony population won't die out anytime soon based on that observation.

We didn't fish (funny how a 3 year old doesn't really give a rat's ass about fishing) but there were a lot of people who were. It is a pretty place to fish, but the currents there are so strong when the tides change that most people simply drift with a line in the water, trolling without a motor, I suppose.

We also ran across a pod or school (which is right?) of dolphin both on our trip out of and back into the Intracoastal Waterway, equally as cool as anything else we saw.

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June 04, 2004

Snakeheads may have spread to West Virginia.

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Summer saltwater fishing in Virginia is all about chasing the various drum relations. You can find the best places to surf fish for them here.

In Florida, Black Drum are hot, as are Grouper and Flounder, though on the western coast, it's all about the specks

No, I don't know why the various state game and fish sites all update on the same day. My life would be easier if they strung out the updates a little more.

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Here's a pic to whet the appetite of those of ya'll headed to Buxton on Sunday.

How long you suppose that cobia is? Five feet?

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Just between you and me--What in the hell do two honeymooners need with 300 pounds of fish?

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The decline of the menhaden in the Chesapeake is getting some high-level attention.

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Fishing for stripers on Virginia's Eastern Shore.

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Don't know if the Surestrike scent dispersal system will work from the beach or not, but it sounds logical.

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Don't over-grill your fish.

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The News and Observer finally notices that the Intercoastal is too shallow.

Yes, I know the story's two days old. I've been busy.

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Searching for Atlantic Sturgeon on the Delaware river.

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You'd think the inventor of "Starbock" beer would realize he was just asking for it.

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NC state senator Marc Basnight wants to raise the sin tax on beer and cigarettes again.

I'm fine with raising taxes on cigarettes--at the rate I smoke they're costing me about a dollar each already, but if the state wants more revenue from beer it would be better off rewriting the obsolete 6% alcohol content law.

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I may not be able to make the cobia trip, but there are certain...compensations. In my father's house there are many rooms, but in my father in law's house there are many bottles of Scotch, including;

10 year old Glenmorangie
12 year old Glenmorangie Port Wood Finish
15 year old Dewar's
12 year old Glennfiddich Special Reserve
15 year old Glennfiddich Solera Reserve
10 year old Laphroaig
10 year old Springbank
Talisker
Bell's Extra Special and
The Famous Grouse.

The blends are kinda dusty, they have fallen from favor with the father in law long ago. Obviously he's a fan of the single malts now--so much so that the natural father's day gift for him are The Malt Project DVDs. We gave him the first volume last night, which lead, naturally, to the Laphroaig being opened.

They're right when they call it the "The most richly flavored of all Scotch whiskies." It's like a punch in the face from a guy who had just finished soaking his hand in Creomulsion for five hours.

Hell yes, I liked it. And yes, we did fill out our Friends-of-Laphroaig-own-your-own-square-foot-of-Scotland application.

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Cobia's are in close

Here's the report from Red Drum:

Wednesday Fishing
Cobia in the morning, Cobia in the evening, Cobia at lunchtime. Reports of 30 plus Cobia anywhere from small ones up to 63 pound that I weighed up and down the north of the point. Atleast I got mine on the old trustee spinning rod. There were also good numbers of blues today as well as some spanish. Other than that I have nothing. The Cobra's are here, the Cobra's are here.

Yesterday's report was more of the same. Anybody want to come, we'll be down from Sunday at least Tuesday, maybe Wednesday. Cape Pines Motel if you need a room. We'd love some company!

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June 02, 2004

Everthing you would ever want to know about Outer Banks sand dunes

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Might be time to buy some new rod holders.

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The lesser-known parts of liquor history, in Big Shots: The Men Behind the Booze

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The Cobia have arrived at Cape Point, according to George. There's a number of pictures at the Red Drum, Including this one of a nice 87 pounder.

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June 01, 2004

Free-shrimping for specks in West Galveston.

The idea was to use just enough weight for the kicking shrimp to slowly settle in the current. The "free shrimp" rig was fairly light for casting with a stuttering red Ambassadeur, but the favoring southeast wind was on your back, aiding a practiced lob.

You could get adequate distance across the channel, but you had to finesse the cast. The payload was a fragile live shrimp pinned under the "horn" on the head, not a -ounce Dixie Jet spoon you could really flex the rod against.

Too much wrist snap and the 3-inch "brownie" would rip free of the small hook and sail in a grand arc across the water.

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The decline of angler courtesy.*

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It's Certainly Uncontaminated By Cheese

It may only be third-best in the eyes of some, but Ocracoke finishes at the top of this beach survey.

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Fish-farming Cobia and Mangrove Snapper requires a delicate touch.

In those heady early days, working with mutton snapper, they kept running into the same problem: the fish would spawn and the eggs would fertilize, but they would die before hatching, Stevens said. With the support of $500,000 in grant funding from the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, as well as the help of scientists from the University of Miami's Rosenstiel School of Marine and Atmospheric Sciences, they eventually found the cause of the problem.

''We realized that a very small problem with our water quality was halting the whole process,'' Stevens said.

Too much hydrogen sulfide, a mineral that is pervasive in the Keys coral rock from which the center pumps its tank water, was the culprit.

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