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