Fishing the Vineyard 2010 Holiday Report

Conceptualizing the reincarnation of planet bolgspot has been akin to an unguided trek through the tumultuous pass traversing the clandestine and the conjunct. Although concerns on this front have yet to be fully alleviated, it has become apparent that the appropriate course of action at the current juncture is to forge on with the project. Possibly the most complex aspect of content generation is the bold and all to often vein proposition of attempting to interpret the muddled and kaleidoscopic tapestry that makes up the eastern seascape of the gray matter betwixt my ears. Recently however, certain images concerning the re-launch have emerged with a higher degree of clarity and resonance than I previously thought possible. These include, but are not limited to, a phoenix, rising auspiciously from the ashes of doubt, that of a newborn babe, emerging triumphantly from the amniotic fluid of elucidation and commonplace and finally a wailing hobo, drunk on the elixir of infamy and omnipotence.







Pictured in this spread is Jolly Roger the elf, Tom from the sunshine state, Josh from OB, Jon the Fisherman, Slime-Dart Larry, and Barron Von Blackfish. There are inherent obstacles in surmising the planet mothership autumn 2010 fishing crusade. I think it’s safe to say that the general sentiment amongst island anglers is that a little more cooperation from the fish would have been greatly appreciated. That stated, there were some notable catches, and the kids found their names gracing the derby chalk like always. Sadly however, for the most part this fall will be forever logged in the annals of time as a wind shorn disappointment. But hey, spending the harvest season marooned on a tiny rock out in the North Atlantic with a couple of thousand drunks clinging to it obviously thwarts being stuck in a copper mine, or an office, so I'll put my tiny violin back in its case for now.

http://marthasvineyard.patch.com/

The link above is a window into a new project that I’ve undertaken. Print is dead kids. This is what a newspaper is gonna look like in your life time, get used to it. Seriously though, Patch.com is a cutting edge subsidiary of AOL that’s revolutionizing/reinventing the conceptual framework of modern culture as it pertains to the dissemination of information on planet earth, so I opted to get in on the ground floor. I suggest you do the same. The site goes live on 12/29 and the launch features a page turning pickerel article from the old man, so be sure to check back then.

I’d like to take this opportunity to extend a happy and healthy holiday season to all of you who have helped make Fishing the Vineyard into the institution it has become. You know who you are; clients, friends, family, fans and Kevin alike. Sans your love and support there would be no blogspot, further bolstering the position of those who seek to emphatically espouse the downfall of western civilization in general.



Have a Cool Yule,


W

Packed up and headed....

to Harkers Island, North Carolina. The fishing has been red hot down there is fall. Check out some sick pictures by Tosh Brown taken last week.

http://toshbrown.com/lightroom/VA-NC%202010/index.htm

If any body is looking to extend there season I will be there until the 20th of November.

Some from a few years ago.

derby wrap up 3

derby wrap up 2

Derby wrap up 1

A little photo essay of the derby.

Most wonder "old man, why no content?" It's called a dry spell kids, it's kind of like a batting slump. What do you do when you hit a slump; change the mojo. In my case this involved shaving that awful moustache, a new hat, and ceremoniously sacrificing the duck in the parking lot of the boat ramp before work (he'd started looking at me real funny any way). Pictured in this spread is David from the garden state. This guy is a multi talented athlete who's skill set includes but is not limited to wrestling, playing a mean second base, and chucking tight loops at the green fish. Pretty cool way to christen the new ride if you ask me.

But you know, it's more than just a dry spell Kevin; it's a transitional phase. Sadly, what this recent hiatus has made me realize is that it's time to take a step back. So it's with a heavy heart that I tell you this will be my final post of the 2010 campaign. A wise man once wrote me a letter that said never to "stand by and allow it to drag on beyond the point of vibrancy and health", and I think that's where we are now. Keep in mind this is not the end. But in order for the art to continue to be meaningful and beautiful one must periodically reinvent it. I'm most sorry to those who depend on this content machine for your life force (guess you're gonna have to get some energy crystals or whatever), but rest assured that no one loves the blog-spot more than I do, and when the time is right, it will return.

So I'll leave you with this...An old friend of mine from a cabin in the woods used to ask me (and as is customary, I'm paraphrasing here) "hey, old man, when is it over? When are you gonna straighten up and fly right, quit the life, get a real job and stop acting like such a loon?" Although the one word antiphon is generally not my forte (a professor of mine once even called me 'wordy'), the answer to that is simple. Never.



"So many Roads to ease my soul"

W

FTV report for 9/9/10

This bonito was released for some good derby karma.

EARL ?

Dave from Dark Woods writes "hey old man, what's the Fishing the Vineyard kids modus operandi in the face of impending doom courtesy of the first hurricane to pummel the rock in like 20 years?" While my first instinct is to say "none of your goddamn business, now get back in that bunker and wait for a national guardsmen to tell you what to do", in the spirit of full disclosure, I'll show you...




Before the blow we spend a couple of days with a guy from Connecticut trying to dispel the myth that bananas are bad luck in a boat. Sadly for us, and despite our strongest efforts, that theory still seems to hold a great deal of verisimilitude. Robert-Douglas from Ocean Heights usually just brings a pineapple or some huckleberries when he covets a fruit fix while afloat.


The first step of hurricane preparation is to pull everything from the skiff into the basement. In the event that a Wizard of Oz type scenario were to play out I'd still need my fishing poles and such.


Mister from Pensyl-Hio decided to spend the hours before Earl in the lapstrake skiff with Karl from OB teaching the greenfish one last lesson in the event that the storm were to swallow him up and they could never play again.


A stroll down to the Village for some window shopping is always a good time killer.



Before the streets are shut down to non-emergency vehicles it's fun to take a ride and contemplate the heard mentality and the manifestations of mass hysteria.


What, you thought I was gonna let the hoarders get it all?


As it turns out you can actually measure approximate wind speed with this sucka; kind of like a flag at a ballpark. We had some decent gusts on the lead edge of the storm, but nothing that would make it stand at attention for any prolonged period of time.


I've always been terrible at shopping under pressure. They said get canned goods and the essential non-perishables. This is what I came up with.


Once the hatches are battened down and all supplies have been inventoried/re inventoried it's time for a libation.


Eventually, all that's left to do is don the riot gear and guard the expensive shit from looters.






I think we'll always remember Earl as the most prepared we ever were for a 3 hour rainstorm that came in the middle of the night when we were all asleep anyway. Can we go fishing again now?

WBC

FTV offshore report 9/1/10

Took advantage of the pre storm calm and made a run south of the island in search of gold on fly. Rick landed 3 around this size and we lost track of the number of peanuts landed.

So now we are just waiting for Earl!!

ftv report 9/1/10

Picked up a few bonito on monday and tuesday. Skok's mushmouth and Justin's surf candy were the ticket for these picky bones.

Capt. Jaime Boyle

Dukes County Sight Casters

08/30/2010 Vineyard Sound Civic Center, Martha's Vineyard, MA


Set I

Touch of Green
Brown Muddy River
Feather Report Suite>
King Solomon's BaitBalls
Playin' on the Sand>
One More Searobin Fight>
Playin' On the Sand

Set II

China Cat Shoal Tower>
I Know You Strider
Stuck Inside of Bow Bell, With the Cocktail Blues Again
CedarTree Jed>
Little Red Merkin>
Seek your Day Slob>
Drums>
Space>
And We Bid You Good Fight
Sunshine Daydream


Encore: Crabwolves of London

Fishing the Vineyard Report

Kat from the Tiz asks, "old man, what do the Fishing the Vineyard kids do to alleviate the pococurantism induced by a mid summers nor'easter that inhabits the mothership for what resembles a fortnight?" Well young lady, if a picture is worth a thousand words, a photo essay is worth how ever many thousand words you get when you multiply the number of pictures you used in said essay by one thousand. In this case eight thousand words...




A quick visit up to Terrapin Station is always fun. When we get sick of harassing these little critters I'll let y'all know, but truthfully I wouldn't hold my breath.




Naturally, we pour over the season's highlight reel. Whether or not to reveal the identity of the bird fish dominatrix was a decision process that can only be described as long and arduous. In the long run however, the look on the face of Mikey from the South End when he sees this and realizes who it was this whole time tipped the scales in favor of affirmation.



Browsing the up island boat market is always entertaining.




Heck, sometimes we even buy that shit and tow it back east. Pictured in this spread are the old man and his new toy, a 22 Pathfinder. Kevin from Baltimore wonders, "what the hell are you gonna do with that thing?" Take six people to go catch white marlin at like 50 mph is what I had in mind, but I'm open to suggestions. Also, we're having a 'name that boat' contest. Entries can be submitted via mail or email. Dave already denied me on Smurf Master.






When the wind finally drops out we hop in the little boat with Larry from the Chemung and go see if the mac-tuna are still bouncin' round the sound. Luckily for the kids, they are.




Don't even think about it punks. Were I to sell, where would they ensepulcher my remains after my time here on kid rock is complete?








WBC