The Brooklyn VI
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Okay, okay what's up with you tournament sickos? I swear Capt. Robert has the patience of a saint at times. I personally would have played bumper cars with some of you. Now I kid you not, the fish were boiling on top, all the stripers you could want. Birds, birds...two football fields of them. Rob slides on the edge of the feeding frenzy, we pull in a few fish and wham, here comes the Navy. I mean they're screaming across the water like a herd of cattle in a stampede right in the middle of the blitz. Guess what, you Einsteins, you defeat the purpose of catching the fish. You scatter then to the highway with the roaring of your 1000 horse engine.
Then, there are the guys trolling umbrella rigs from a cigar boat...Hello!? Now if they had eased on the outside edges of the school, they would have slaughtered them. But nooooo, let's go through the middle. You had to see, they trolled over all our lines. I'm not kidding, what was the prize money, a million dollars? This went on until the stripers had helmets on, and were at the bottom shivering from shell shock. It reminded me of the movie "Jaws" when they placed a reward on the shark and guys came running from everywhere. Fishing with every concoction...bringing dynamite, bows and arrows, shotguns, you name it and as they leave the inlet, they're bumping into each other. Got the picture. I say it as I saw it. Despite all of this, Capt. Rob did produce fish. Not an eighth of what he caught the day before. So ignore this day as the norm. Rob's been having a blast with jigging stripers and limiting out the boat, because the bass are on that highway. Go get them!
P. S. I am not against contest by far, but use common sense when fishing your catch.