Things That Don't Piss Me Off!

[Deep C]

We'll it's a bit quiet. No real rant for the day. Tried earlier to pick a fight but nobody wanted to play. Our wind continues to scream as it has for the past week and a half. Some days, I'd scream but today... No biggie... Had this space of time blocked out for some boat work in preparation for my island run.
Went down to the marina and played on the Deep. I've ranted before about weekends being a zoo down here and even cool temps and 25knots won't slow down the intercoastal yoyo's from doing their duty and throwing wake and in general being less than sea worthy.
I know come Monday mornings there are usually a couple smudges where my boat has been hit by nameless people who could use a little improvement in docking skills . Well today was a treat... As I loaded the inder bunk areas with filters, belts, hoses, lures, spare reels, line, fluids and odds and ends i heard not on but two seperate crunches... Now now... Don't get all flustered. I really have grown used to the Deep being doinked at the dock. Shes an Albemarle and most often wins any bumping match...
What I thought was great was the guys thinking they had "got away with it" then I'd emerge a few minutes later and just give them a smile... They get all concerned and start to say sorry and I just go back below decks to continue stuffing all my hidey holes with goodies.
So why the good mood? With each item stowed my mind wanders to that island gem. For a few moments at least I forget about financial issues or day to day irritations and drift off into the purple waters of the pocket. I can feel the anticipation of that next shadow raising to the spread. I lay back on my V- Berth and stare at a dozen sticks above me, envisioning them bent double and nearly void of line. The wakes from the ignorant Sea Ray crowd don't even bother me. The rocking takes me deeper into the pocket where I see smiles and hear reels scream. A shift in the wind carries the scent of one of the restaurants that surrounds the marina. The smells of todays corned beef and cabbage triggers my thought to anticipation of fresh baked Bahama bread and conch tidbits... Food of the Gods...
Chub Cay mode has set in. Only two weeks left til I'm knocking on her waters door to see what answers...

[brandon558]

Its always them Sea Rays isnt it

I sure wish i had a trip of such planned...i sure am ready to here some reels scream and rods thump

best of luck to you Deep

[captcl]

Deep, where the hell do you dock that you get that on a regular basis?
There's not that much beatin' & bangin' here at the West OC boat ramp on a totally crazy summer weekend! I have been following your rants and will kick in when I can but i'm usually not sitting in front of the pc that much. Besides,
even after years of using one I still can't type worth a sh...............
Good luck on your island trip. I'll loopk for your rant and maybe start one of my own!

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TRYING NOT TO SUCK!

[Deep C]

The only thing that keeps me going is planning way ahead. While I sit in that island dream world I'll already be thinking about chum buckets and spanking makos. When that season is on me I'll be mapping white marlin spreads in my head. By the time Ma500 captains meeting is going I'll already be ready for ducks and deer of the fall. Then while I prowl our early season swamps with bow in hand I'll get distracted with what spread I want to use next for sails...

[Deep C]

Deep, where the hell do you dock that you get that on a regular basis?
There's not that much beatin' & bangin' here at the West OC boat ramp on a totally crazy summer weekend! I have been following your rants and will kick in when I can but i'm usually not sitting in front of the pc that much. Besides,
even after years of using one I still can't type worth a sh...............
Good luck on your island trip. I'll loopk for your rant and maybe start one of my own!

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TRYING NOT TO SUCK!

Our marina is at the base of a bridge in a skinny part of the intercoastal between Jupiter and Palm Beach inlets. Weekends, comming in from fishing I will have a solid easy hundred or so boats in front of me. Think of OC inlet during the OCWMO. Kind of like that.
In front of the marina the current runs at a knot or two. Add to that the draw bridge. People on big boats seem compelled to jack the sticks forward toget through the bridge quick. Its not like the tender is gonna drop it on them.
Thats one kind of wake thrower. Then the biggie seems to be that guy in the Sea Ray... Enough money to graduate from a Bayliner but not enough brains to understand that squatting the ass end down and pointing the bow at the clouds and making eight knots so he can get to cocktail hour at the country club is just not good.
Then we get the old timers in center consoles with their Bimini tops that just never look behind themselves to see the tsunami they are dragging. Of course we can forget the kids on pops bow rider just pushing the edge. I would be remiss though if didn't give a big mention to the Jet skis.

[flatbottom]

I concur with the weekend bumps. I have two teenage daughters that dock a 23' center c with a single yami better than most. The noise from the 575 bulldogs is the high lite of the docking jamboree on the upper Chesapeake. Some of the womens turn the 40ish Blackhawks on a dime while their men pop the next fizzy drink in hand. AH the weekends will be here soon enough. I will start feeling the pain of being lifted 6' in the air doing a roll on the big tube again. The trip deep c speaks of is a memorial of some sort. Praying to the fish gods before starting the next fishing season up and down the Atlantic coast. I envy each one who pays the toll booth on the way to the killin grounds. Time to clean the freezer and make space for the fresh. Make that chum for the spring shark tournaments with the old. You can not get pissed off. Life has emerged from old man winters grip. The thaw has begun. Rock on deep c

[gradywhite273]

I concur with the weekend bumps. I have two teenage daughters that dock a 23' center c with a single yami better than most. The noise from the 575 bulldogs is the high lite of the docking jamboree on the upper Chesapeake. Some of the womens turn the 40ish Blackhawks on a dime while their men pop the next fizzy drink in hand. AH the weekends will be here soon enough. I will start feeling the pain of being lifted 6' in the air doing a roll on the big tube again. The trip deep c speaks of is a memorial of some sort. Praying to the fish gods before starting the next fishing season up and down the Atlantic coast. I envy each one who pays the toll booth on the way to the killin grounds. Time to clean the freezer and make space for the fresh. Make that chum for the spring shark tournaments with the old. You can not get pissed off. Life has emerged from old man winters grip. The thaw has begun. Rock on deep c

did someone say sharks

[flatbottom]

no human/mammal blood allowed in this batch. straight fish chunks only. Fishpicker will check. He has a good sniffer for bunker

[Deep C]

did someone say sharks

Aw theyre cute...

[captcl]

Gotcha Deep. Sounds like a real skilled crowd! I know boating is for everyone and the resource is for everyone but sometimes I think.........well...... maybe not everyone! Have a good trip.