Fishing Trip #2: The Blues are running!

Boo Yah People! Last night Lernsie, Chris and I hit the waters again with Cap'n Tony and had the single sickest night of fishing I've ever had in New York waters. I think the final tally was Lerner 20+, Chrissie 8 or so, and Pedro 4. Lerner was so hot that it really was unbelievable. We hit Tony's wall after having no success on the drifts, and it turns out the Blues are Back Baby!!! We had one hell of a time, despite the rain. We had Blues, Browzers, a rainbow, a beautiful sunset and, finally, a beast for me. Check it!

Who are those guys?

At one point the sun was setting beautifully on one side, while on the other side ...

A full rainbow! Clearly a sign of good things to come. This is when the blues were jumping out of the water (usually on the end of Johnnie's line, btw) and we were having a ball. What a night. But things were going to get better because once the blues stopped biting we decided to go for a couple of last drifts up by Gracie Mansion. It was at this point that the weather finally arrived and down came the rains. To counter my poor luck and the salty dog weather, I decided that drastic measures had to be taken: I switched to white booze, lit a smokie and asked Cap'n Tony to turn on a little southern rock. Lo and behold, FISH ON BABY!!!

How'm I doin' now!! Boo Yah!

This only the half of it. I actually broke out my touchdown dance. There's nothing like landing the beast - and then releasing it back so that it can go make more fishies!!

Just a couple more satisfied customers. We followed this by mauling monster steaks at Smith & Wolly's Grill where we sat next to and, if memory serves, accosted none other than Yankee legend Mr. David Cone. Pedro's NYC hearts Coney. What a night!