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Something in the Water….. by Charles Witek

Editor’s Note

This blog posts is by Charles Witek, originally posted on his site   One Angler’s Voyage

I though we should share them so you can see that 

A)There is something in the water that NJ “representatives” drink, 

B) Tom Fote never meet striped bass he did not want see dead

C) For more on so called “recreational”  representation read John McMurray new blog HERE…that will make your head spin. Remember the only good fish is a dead fish

SOMETHING IN THE WATER
There are a lot of refineries and chemical plants near the New Jersey coast, and it wasn’t too long ago that the Delaware River, which runs along the western border of that state, was so polluted that anadromous fish had to think twice before trying to make it upstream.

Sometimes, after coming away from a fisheries management meeting, you have to wonder whether some of that sort of stuff is getting into the state’s drinking water, because it’s hard to come up with any better explanation of why New Jersey is so often radically out of step with fisheries managers from the rest of the coast when it comes to conserving fish stocks.

That really stood out last October, when the Atlantic States Marine Fisheries Commission’s Striped Bass Management Board met to consider harvest reductions needed to rebuild the declining striped bass stock. Representatives from just about every state with a coastal striped bass fishery recognized that reductions were needed; anglers all along the coast overwhelmingly supported dropping the bag limit from two fish to one and increasing the minimum size from 28 to 32 inches.

However, the 28-inch minimum size had prevailed on the coast since 1995, and biologists suggested that, from a statistical standpoint, it made sense to leave the size limit alone. Managers took that advice and adopted such size limit which, coupled with a 1-fish bag, would probably reduce landings by about 31%, comfortably above the 25% reduction that was the minimum needed to reduce fishing mortality to the target level.

Thus, a motion was also made that would require that if any state proposed alternate regulations, such regulations would have “conservation equivalency” to one fish at 28 inches; that is, they would have to reduce landings by 31%.

Unfortunately, ASMFC had earlier voted to reduce coastal harvest by 25%, and the New Jersey commissioners would not let that go. Tom Fote, the state’s governor’s appointee, objected loudly, saying

“We just voted on a 25 percent reduction; and now because you’re picking out one fish at 28 inches, you’re basically saying that we have to have a 31 percent reduction, which is 6 percent greater than we voted on and we went through the plan. This makes no sense whatsoever…
“It might be perfectly acceptable for [another state’s] fishermen to have one fish at 28; and that is great, let them go one fish at 28; but we have to accommodate the fishermen in our state, the charterboat, the partyboat and the recreational guys, and the guys that fish from the beach. We need that flexibility as long as we make the 25 percent reduction. I didn’t [vote?] for a 31 percent reduction; I don’t think anybody around this table voted for a 31 percent reduction…”
For whatever reason, the management board went along, and ended up passing a motion that read

“to approve Option B-1, one fish at 28 inches, with all conservation equivalent measures equaling a 25 percent or greater reduction in harvest.”
It seemed that the New Jersey folks got what they wanted, but when the roll-call vote was taken, they still decided to vote against…

It didn’t take long to see where New Jersey was headed when it argued for the smallest possible harvest reduction, for in the months to come, when representatives of the northeastern states came together in an effort to maintain constant regulations throughout the region, all of the states from Maine to New York agreed on one fish at 28 inches for everyone. But New Jersey went its own way, playing with the numbers until they could find a way for their anglers to take not one striped bass, nor even two, on every trip, but three, one measuring between 28 and 43 inches, one at least 43 inches in length and, beginning on September 1 of this year, a third fish between 24 and 28 inches in length–a fish that, most likely, had never had even one chance to spawn.

Thus, while anglers in most other coastal states may take home only one adult fish, in New Jersey, they get to kill one average adult fish, one prime spawner and one immature bass that will never get to contribute to the future of the stock.

Because down in New Jersey, any fish is a good one as long as it’s dead…

That being the case, I wasn’t surprised to see, in the wake of the joint Mid-Atlantic Fishery Management Council/Atlantic States Marine Fisheries Commission decision to reduce summer flounder landings, that the Recreational Fishing Alliance, a New Jersey organization if there ever was one, put out a press release condemning such action.

The title was typical bluster: “Vote to torpedo recreational fishing community. Council and Commission turn deaf ear to floundering industry.” Even so, it was better than the text, which was little more than an extended, petulant whine, lamenting that the Council and ASMFC followed the scientific advice to reduce summer flounder landings in the face of a population decline.

To be fair, there weren’t any flagrant untruths in the release, although it skipped over so many important facts that the whole truth was still hard to find.

For example, it lambastes the Council for making a 29% landings cut, while ignoring the fact that a 43% cut was originally proposed, but Council and Commission staff, working with the members of both management organizations, found a way to pare that down by one-third in order to reduce any resulting economic pain.

That’s hardly turning a deaf ear to industry concerns.

The release says that

“12 members voted in opposition to a measure that would have led to a smaller, 20% overall reduction,”
which is true, but it failed to mention that the Council was legally barred from adopting harvest cuts any smaller than those recommended by its Science and Statistical Committee, which endorsed the 29% reduction.

Yes, there was a motion to remand the question to the SSC for further consideration, but that motion was essentially out of order, as it lacked any of the substantial grounds (SSC error, etc.) needed to justify such a remand.

Even had a remand occurred, the only way that the SSC could have limited harvest reductions to 20% would be to find that the science in the latest stock assessment was perfect—that there was no scientific uncertainty at all. And everyone–most particularly the SSC–knows that is not true.

The bottom line is that the 29% reduction was in accord with the best available science, and was clearly the right thing to do. It was overwhelmingly supported by Council and Committee members.

The effort to limit harvest reductions to 20% was effectively a New Jersey effort.

With respect to the Council, the motion to remand the question to the SSC was made by Jeffrey Kaelin, of the New Jersey delegation. The motion failed with only 5 votes in favor. Three of those votes were from New Jersey.

With respect to the Commission, the motion to remand the question was made by Tom Fote, the governor’s appointee from New Jersey. The motion failed when only New Jersey voted in support.

And even in the public comment period that preceded the vote, all three spokesmen who supported the remand came from—you guessed it—New Jersey.

Because no state but New Jersey tries so hard to kill so many fish. They seem constitutionally unable to comprehend conservation.

I’m not sure why that is.

I’ve spoken with folks from New Jersey–even have a handful of friends down there–who seem like normal people, with a normal desire to properly manage the fish that we pursue.

But I also know a lot of the folks who represent New Jersey on regional panels and in public forums, and they’re a completely separate breed, always trying to eke out a few more dead fish, regardless of the health of the population.

Maybe there’s something seeping into the water they drink that makes them think so perversely.

I don’t know about that.
But I do know that if they get their way, with stripers or weakfish, with fluke or with flounder, there will be a lot less in the water for folks to catch.

 

Win an Very Special Guppy Lure Custom SJ Pencil Popper

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Let’s roll out a giveaway for this week and its a doozy. One of a kind custom beauty made by Hess brothers at Guppy Lures. But before we get to it lets announce winner of last week’s Tsunami Lure package. The winner is James Makris jpm661@gmail.com

Congrats and you have 5 days to email us your shipping address at info@surfcastersjournal.com

Today giveaway is truly special in every sense of the word.

Gorgeous Olive over Pink over White Canal Special Guppy Pencil Popper with yes, Surfcaster’s Journal logo! Holy Cow !123

You can check out all the Guppy Lure products at

http://www.guppylure.com/1234

And if you want to learn about what makes Guppy Lures so revered, watch this interview with Wayne and Peter Hess, makers of Guppy Lures. Full version is in the issue # 30

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Large Bass on Chunks, with Billy Fischer

Not everyone throws a chunk like Billy Fischer but I am a big believer that you should never stop learning. All I can tell you is that this particular day last fall fish were at his feet but I have not seen one (and there were more than a dozen as you can see in the drone shot ) plug fisherman even hook up, never mind land a fish

Enjoy what is to come, sooner better than later

This originally appeared in Episode 1 of SJTV in January 2015 . Hopefully more to come this winter

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New Lightweight top from Guy Cotten

The crew from the Fisherman’s Headquarters in Ship Bottom NJ – www.fishermansheadquarters.com  have been working with Guy Cotton for a while now as advisers on new lightweight Guy Cotten Splash Top. They told me that the top has finally arrived in stock and we thought we’d share some info since many of you are big fans of Guy Cotten products.

you can get all info, purchase price and availability by clicking right here

http://www.fishermansheadquarters.com/guy_cotten_splash_top_pullover.htmMontauk Top black

The Guy Cotten Splash Top Pullover is the ultimate, no-nonsense, light weight, affordable  surf top!!! It’s specially designed for anglers that want minimal bulk and max maneuverability. It is great for any surfcaster, especially those that fish in wetsuit and need a quality wind breaker. It is also a phenomenal top for sailing and boating.neck-detail

Guy Cotten introduced the Surf Top (2007 Guy Cotten released the Surf Top 800 Series and then in 2010 the Surf Top 1200 Series) and it grew a cult following of hardcore surf anglers who demandperformance top quality gear. Over time Guy Cotten has listened to their customers and collected feedback/requests. Patrick at Guy Cotten complied everything and worked closely with our own store manager and angler FishHead.Greg to perfect this Guy Cotten Splash Top also called the Montauk Splash Top. It is a new lightweight and affordable pullover designed for a variety of uses. Greg fished it hard all last fall on the boat, on the beach and on the jetties. He was spotted in Sept/October in Montauk consistently getting into fish with his white prototype Splash Top. Everyone was asking about it. Well after extensive testing and a few minor changes, it is finally here!

The Guy Cotten Splash Top is a waterproof, lightweight, durable, highly breathable and comfortable pullover offering maximum freedom and protection. All of these key features were requested and Guy Cotten delivered!!! Most of all the favorite features from its predecessor stayed; however, anything on the original Surf Top that caught water and restricted movement was eliminated.

Guy Cotten Splash Top DetailsHere is a breakdown detailing every aspect of the Guy Cotten Splash Top:

▪ FABRIC – The pullover is made from a similar fabric as the Guy Cotten Surf Top yet lighter and more supply. This new material Sport Pro is top of the line and offers extremely high performance yet still at a reasonable price. 100% water proof and highly breathable!  Guy Cotten stitches and reinforces every seam then fully heat tapes the connection to totally waterproof the top and have the utmost strength and longevity. The jacket is lined with open porthole mesh to provide wicking action keeping moisture off of the skin allow for comfortable.lining

▪ NECK – New hood-less neck design has diagonal (chest/shoulder to lower neck) nylon zipper which is gusseted for easy on and off. It also is great to open for maximum draft during strenuous activity to vent heavy perspiration and control body temperature. The neck’s polyurethane collar material is soft and comfortable on the skin. It is easily adjusted with a velcro flap to snug and seal out water.

▪ WRISTS – Eliminated the bulky double cuff which caught water and hindered swimming and paddling ability. The newly designed cuffs are unique tapered cut neoprene wrist that have an adjustable velcro strap to tighten and seal water out. It is easily loosened to offer max comfort. The Guy Cotten Splash top has much less bulk in the wrists making it a great choice to wear overtop of a wetsuit and it is also great to wear when kayaking.sleeve

▪ OTHER POINTS – The Waist has a secure sealing gusseted neoprene waist band with two velcro adjustments straps. The neo/velco waist closure seals the Splash top on waders or a wetsuit. The Kangaroo pouch on the front offers easy to access and convenient storage. It has a fold style flap closure (“Guy Cotten” embroidery) with velco to keep out water. The Upper Back has a loop hook with (“Guy Cotten” embroidery) to easily hang dry. The Arms and Arm Pit have a unique fabric cut to best contour the curves and allow for arm freedom and ultimate comfort while less bulk.neck

This Guy Cotten MON Montauk Splash Top is available in black or high vis-red. Please call to special order red.montauk-red

Tsunami Lure Package Giveaway

The winner of Gibbs giveaway is

Gilsahagun@hotmail.com

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The winner of Tactial Anglers giveaway is

vic_G129@yahoo.com

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Our sincerest thanks to crew from Gibbs Lures and Tactical Anglers for making it possible

I took a quick trip to Cape Cod Canal yesterday to shot bunch of videos with SJ Editor Dave Anderson. The fish in the canal did not cooperate on the morning tide but it was still nice to see some friends.P1000881

Today’s giveaway is a courtesy of Tsunami

The winner will receive

3 oz Tsunami Timber Pencil Popper

6 inch Tsunami Long Stick Swimmer

2 pack of Tsunami Pro Deep Diving 5 inch shads

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Bonefish Dreamin’ by Jerry Audet

This is a blog post by guest author and SJ subscriber Jerry Audet

 

My Bonefish

“It’s too deep, and I can’t see a damn thing,” I said out loud.

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I was late; Carly and I had gone out for dinner and time had just gotten away from me.  My mind was a little foggy from a long day on the water, but I figured I’d work my way across this relatively deep flat, and keep my eyes out for cruising fish trying to snatch up their last meals as the day waned into rosy twilight.

I “hustled” across the grass flat in nearly waist deep water, dragging my feet in an effort to keep myself from becoming a stingray victim.  The long, waspy mud trail billowing behind me gave away the direction of the current.  It was deceptively strong, and I was tired from multiple ten-hour wading days.  This, and my overly-full belly stuffed with crab cakes and roasted brussel sprouts, was making my navigation to the edge of the grass more difficult than in days past.

And I was nervous.  I had seen two sharks over six feet long in this exact location earlier that day.  A good sign of life, sure; but for me as a Yankee, with little shark experience, it was a bit harrowing.

No doubt about it, I really didn’t have any idea what I was doing.  I mean, I know how to fish, and I can cast a fly rod well enough to hold my own, but before this trip, I had never flats fished before.  All I really knew was I had spent a lot of time, effort, and money on this trip, and I REALLY wanted to catch a bonefish.  All the stories I had read, all the videos I had watched- they all pointed to the bone’ as the ultimate fly-rod quarry.  I wanted to experience that.
I had chosen this flat from scouring Google Earth, because I felt it looked “fishy”.  No one told me to fish here; in fact, I couldn’t get much information out of any of the local shops of where to go (what to buy, sure, but where to go- not so much).  I ended up just falling back on my experience.

Experience that had been failing me over the last five days.

I couldn’t help but think about this failure, as I shuffled along, armed with my new 10-weight fly rod, after having exploded my 8wt with a heavy crab pattern the day before.

“Tonight’s the night,” I thought to myself.

“I can feel it”.

I arrived at my destination, and began to strip off line.  Here, at the border between hard, light sand and soft, dark vegetation, the water was shallower and clearer.  I found myself standing in less than knee deep water.  There was a solid 10-15mph wind coming over my non-casting arm, and resolutely turned to face it.  The sun was low behind me, and the combination of this with the wind meant all I could see was about six feet in front of me to the edge of where the grass abruptly ended, and sand began.

“Guess I’m blind casting,” I whispered into the breeze.

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This sandy trough, about 3.5 feet deep, traversed along the edge of the grass flat between the bridges.  10 to 30 feet out from the edge more grass “pot holes”- some up to 15 feet in diameter- dotted the whole area going out at least a quarter mile.  It was full of life, with brightly colored bait fish, various sea-stars, urchins, crabs, and other small and medium sized crustaceans.  I had multiple encounters with a large loggerhead turtle here in the days prior, who was feeding on conch, and I was in love with the spot.

But it still hadn’t produced for me, and I was getting frustrated.  The fish were there; I had had two follows and seen two other bonefish, but no hook-ups.   Undoubtedly even getting a bone’ to follow your fly the first few times you go out is an accomplishment, and I was trying to keep this in perspective.  However, anyone who knows me well will not find it  at all surprising that I really could not be happy with this “almost” attitude.  But I had made the decision not to hire a guide, as to me, it wouldn’t be satisfying unless I could find, hook, land, and release the fish on my own.

All this was going through my mind for the millionth time as I finally started to cast.  I started to isolate spots I figured could hold fish- small rocks, pot holes, grassy patches, a big sponge, a funneling area of soft bottom, etc.  I’d cast to all of them 2-3 times.  Then I’d move.  Being out of the current now, I’d let the fly sink completely, and then painstakingly drag it back to the edge with slow, purposeful strips, adding in the occasional “pop”.  When it got close, I’d lift it up slowly, pulling it out of the grass.

I worked a merkin for about 20 minutes, as it was the only fly that drew any interest from fish on the previous trip to this flat, but it was tiring to cast with a 12 foot leader and 15 mph wind, even with the 10wt.  I decided my wrist and hauling arm needed a break after so many days of casting, and since I wasn’t catching anyways, I figured I’d try something else.  I dug around in my fly box, before settling on a Petersons spawning shrimp I had bought a few years ago at an Orvis outlet.  I had intended on using it for carp, but the fly had gone un-used.  I bounced it in my hand.  I liked it’s “action”, and the coloration was good for the light bottom I was casting into.

I tied it on with a loop knot, and continued ever so cautiously progressing along the edge of the grass as the tide continued to rise, blind casting to different structure points.

As the sun started to really get low, I arrived at a spot I had identified previously.  It looked like a fish magnet; I had not caught anything there yet…but it just felt like it had so much potential!  This “micro flat” contained a small point jutting out from the turtle grass towards a large circular grassy area within easy casting distance (50-60 feet).  The cut between me and this patch of dark bottom was a shallow trough, maybe 20 feet across, strewn with coral fragments and pebbles.  I stood on the edge of the point, and cast my little fly directly into the grass.

Naturally, it hung up immediately.
I rolled my eyes, and stripped it hard out of the grass, with a couple of long, hard pulls, quickly dumping it into the sand trough.  I then let it settle, glancing off to the towards one of the bridges as a small green turtle popped it’s head up, exhaling sharply.  I watched its’ head dissappear, and then turned back to my fly.

I gave it a little twitch.  Normally, it’d be covered in grass, but I could tell it wasn’t because there was very little resistance on the line.  I then proceeded to just slowly pull it across the bottom, with intermittent quick twitches, trying to envision it underwater acting like a injured and fleeing shrimp.

As I approached the edge of the grass, no more then 15 feet from where I was standing, I felt a slight…something.  It wasn’t a “hit” or a “bump” or “weight” or anything like that.  I can only describe it was if someone had taken their hand and pushed water at my fly hard enough to send it rolling along the bottom, and the feeling that that would impart on the line in my hand.

I strip set the hook hard.

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The weight was immediate.

I had hooked…something.

I couldn’t see it, and at first whatever it was decided to do a slow, soft arch around me moving from right to left.  I raised my rod high, bright blue fly line scattered all around me, sun glinting off the water leaving me blind to what was happening.  As I watched the line cut the water lazily, I started to think perhaps I had a small ray or something like that.  I took a tiny step forward in an effort to get a look.
A sudden rapid change in direction and in 3 seconds all 80 feet of my fly line was gone, and in another 5 I was 30 yards into my backing.  I desperately tried to adjust my drag, and over tightened it to the point my rod sagged against the pressure.  Fearful I would break the 15lb leader, I backed off the drag and palmed the reel as the line continued to melt from the reel. The handle smashed against my hand and I recoiled.

My heart was pounding now; I had planned for that run, but I was not prepared for it.   As the reel finally slowed I was able to grab the handle.  Then, the line goes just about slack.  I start reeling like mad, mumbling curse words through my clenched teeth.  The fly line makes it back onto the reel, and still the line is barely taught.

An explosive burst of power and I have to release the reel handle.  All the fly line and at least 40 yards of backing disappear in a blink of the eye.

Again, I work it all back, under more resistance this time.  And again, as I get the fish within 20 feet of where I’m standing, it blazes back towards Africa like no fish I’ve ever experienced before.

They say you’re never ready the first time, and I definitely wasn’t.  I can’t help but smile now just thinking about it.  You always remember your first time.

This pattern repeats once more: I scramble to regain line, the fish then blazes it all off, and after at least 3 minutes I still haven’t seen the fish.  I’m talking prolifically to myself now.

“Don’t play it too hard, you’ll pop the hook”.  “No you idiot, turn the rod, keep pressure thisway”.

There was a fair bit of profanity mixed in as well.

“Has to be a bonefish,” I begin to recite.  It turns into a chant. “Please be a bonefish, please don’t be a barracuda”.  “Please be a bonefish, please don’t be a barracuda”.  “Please be a bonefish, please don’t be a barracuda”.

I reach a stalemate with about 20 feet of fly line out; the fish won’t come closer, and I won’t give it an inch.  After another thirty seconds or so, I relent and she takes a another short run, before finally yielding.

I will never forget the next moment for the rest of my life.  The glint of the sun on the choppy water, the dark grass underneath, pastel clouds in the background, the long, slow curve of the rod- and the bright flash of an angry bonefish with a bright little pink fly sticking in the side of it’s lip.

My stomach goes into my throat; I can hear my rapid heart beat in my ears.  She’s the most beautiful fish I’ve ever seen.  Yes, earlier this year I caught a 47.5″ striper.  That fish was monsterously powerful.  But this fish was…….incredible……

I’m so nervous now that I’ve seen her, I let up on the pressure, and she goes again, but doesn’t even get the fly line off the reel.  I try to maintain my composure despite knocking knees and work her back quickly.

Then the game of actually grabbing her begins.  Around and around she goes, making me spin 360 degrees several times.  I don’t dare pull my knot through the first eye for fear she runs again, and it catches, breaking my line and setting her free.   So I have the rod at a precariously high angle, and am trying to grab at my 12 feet of leader.

Twice I grab, she thrashes, and I drop it.  I don’t think I was breathing the whole time.

Finally, I get a solid hold, and slide her towards me.  As I slip my hand under the belly, I let out a soft, long “YYYEEESSSSSSSSSsssssssss”.

I dropped my rod in the shallow water; screw it, let it float away, I don’t care.  I hold her, carefully, and let the goosebumps run up and down my spine.  What an amazing animal; what an amazing moment.

I held her in the water and tried to take a few quick pictures before unhooking.  Being all alone on this particular evening, I had to figure out a way to get a couple “selfies” too.  I decided to gently cradle her in my arms and try to snap a few that way.   I gingerly lifted her 26” into my arms, noting her panting lips, mirrored sides, and extremely large, dark, forked tail.

Unfortunately, none of the pictures came out that great.  I was too concerned with making sure the camera worked to think about the ugly faces I was making.  Or water on the lens.  Or the angle of her body.  After a few quick shots in rapid succession, I placed her back into the water.  I rocked her gently by her tail, washing water over her gills, beaming ear to ear.

Before I let her go, learning from my terrible pictures in the surfcasting tournament, I decided to take a short video.  I didn’t even know what to say.

After I finished taping the release, I just remained motionless, kneeling in the water.  After a few moments passed, the gravity of what just occured sunk in, and I snapped to my feet to continue casting.  However, I didn’t get a single follow or nibble after that.  The only fish I saw was a large spotted ray, gliding along the grass edge looking for crabs.  I stepped aside to let him pass, and as he did, I decided to call it a night.

I had done what I had come to do.

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Editor’s note :

This blog post originally was published at http://www.trebleandbassfishing.com

Thank you for sharing Jerry !

Zeno

Gibbs Lures giveaway and new SJ Store arrival Limited Edition “Creeping” t-shirt from SJ

We haven’t had a giveaway in a while, being busy with launching the new issue and all, so here it is. Winner gets two Gibbs Pro Series Lures, a Canal Special and a Spook. Courtesy from our friends at Gibbs Lures
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New Surfcaster’s Journal Summer 2015 Limited Edition t-shirt ( not part of a giveaway )

Creeping While You Sleeping, only available until August 15th. You guys on the blog have first shot at them. After they are gone, they are gone

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3 new videos, VS VSX, Skinner on Tsunami Airwave and Flatlander Surf belt

Few new videos from the current issue of the Surfcaster’s Journal magazine

First, J&H Tackle on new Van Staal VSX reels

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New a brand new video from John Skinner on Tsunami airwave rods

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and SJ new look at Flatlander Surf Belt

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of course the new issue is up at https://surfcastersjournal.com/issue32

Personal best, when you least expect it

Sometimes an “eventful” occurrence means that something nice and unexpected happened to you. But sometimes, It is not so pleasant. Right now we have a 170 page new SJ issue with bunch of videos ready to roll but…

yes, that darn BUT

One of our readers contacted us yesterday and told us that although he can watch embedded SJ videos on his Mobile and iPad they won’t play on his PC and Mac. Sure enough ,after I checked my desktop i found same results. On to our genius squad who informed us that youtube changed their embed protocol and we have to update our platform AND re-upload all 32 issues. Oh brother…but then again, if we did not know this, we would have been left with an egg on our faces when making new issue live and having videos that do not play. So hang with us, Tommy is working on it..

Speaking of Tommy and “eventful” things

We have been friends for years now and I watched his progression from at times in early years, being in awe of certain things. To today when he makes me be in awe of him at times. Like when I watch him cast. I literally grimace in pain as I watch just how much he puts into every single cast. I think my elbow would explode if I tried that. But he is like a machine once he gets going, its like he is almost trying to will a fish to eat his lure. And they often do. He is a pure plug guy although at Cutthunk he will occasionally join me on the dark side and toss few rigged eels. But you can tell that nothing makes him brim with confidence more than having a Super Strike plug attached to his clip at night or a YoZuri Surface Cruiser in a daytime. And does he get that plug out there..

Where am I going with this?
He did some nice fish on his own and some high 30 pound fish with me on the rocks at Cutty, but the entry to the 40 pound club has eluded him so far. He rearly fishes in the daytime, in fact, he is usually gearing up when I am just about done at night. But few weeks ago, instead of his usual past-midnight departure, he took a walk to his special spot at dusk because the tide was “good”

But this wasn’t meant to be a regular night. From the first cast till the darkness enveloped the beach he must have felt that he died and went to striper heaven

Why?

Three fish in 30’s and a 40 and his personal best 44. All on YoZuri pencil popper

Sometimes best things happen when you least expect them.
So congratulation to SJ Director and t-shirt designeR extraordinaire on his most excellent accomplishmentweqfergf

Speaking of t-shirt designing…..
The fellow who designed the Moon Girl and Grim Reaper SJ gear, Kris Magnotti who works out of DaVincci Tattoo studio in Wantagh NY, landed his personal best few nights later
It was his only fish of the night but this bluefish cleared 21 pounds
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