Whats That Sound?

[Deep C]

Silence... Deafening silence... No Detroits grumbling, no turbos whining, no water slapping on the hull, no compressors or bilge pumps going off, no vhf cackling in my ears... Just silence.
When one sense is not taxed, others come to the surface. I no longer smell the islands. Forty weight and high dollar diesel no longer clogging the lining of my nasal passages... Dolphin blood baking in a tropical sun becomes a memory. I smell trees and grass...
Feeling slowly returning to caloused hands. I feel my skin has turned to leather. Hair to straw. I for today am not feeling the motion of the blue.
My eyes adjust to not straining to see dark shadows following spreads in purple crystal water. I'm not reading waves or guaging currents and wind for dockage. GPS and Depthfinder images give way to speedometers and traffic signs...
I'm back on solid ground...
The mind is a wonderful thing though. It takes me back to the island. Not some rock in the middle of the water. A living breathing thing all of its own. Shaped by eons of weather and nature working as ultimate sculptors. Inhabited by more than just plants, animals and people. Inhabited by stories, history past, history being made each day, memories, distinct personalities. Special personalities. Each so wonderful, so unique... To write of them in detail a futile venture because they can not be truly captured unless you are there in person to absorb the complexity and simplicity each has to its own.
Silence... A golden oportunity to reflect on the consumate blessing, the life I get to live... Seperated by miles of open ocean but only a memory away...
It was a good season: moderately good billfish, off the charts good on other species. The best run of people to share it with that I could ever ask for... Issues with machinery minor at worst and injuries to a bare minimum. The thank list endless... Over Under for their air charter services. I only wish more of my groups made it under weight restrictions so I could have used them more. Carlton Adderly for attending to even the smallest requests. Tito, Bruce, Harry, Charlie, Remedy, Candy for bringing the place back to a friendly feel where people are people and not faceless drones. Charlie my boss, for making available our wonderful machine. All our guests for ramping up their game to make our jobs easier... To many more to list but know that I do notice and appreciate all that has been done for us. I would be remiss though if I didn't thank you, the readers for being all so important yourselves... Without you there would be nobody to share our adventure with...

With that... That brings to a close our Chubathon for this year. Now if yall will excuse me I have baits to rig... I have a tourney to fish this weekend...

[Robja]

Glad to see you back Paul. Good luck in your upcoming tourney

[clt_capt]

Thanks for the running updates from Chub. Tear them up this weekend

[rarhomes]

I see a "Chub Cay Chronicle's" in the making

Capt Rick

[gottaflylee]

Welcome home Deep...

[hotshot1]

I see Mr Mako a swimming. dadadadadadadadadadadadda

[Cardinal Joe]

Welcome Back ! , Its been a long time since i've been to Chub Cay !

[Deep C]

I see Mr Mako a swimming. dadadadadadadadadadadadda

I don't know how much Makothon I'll have in me this year. Running boat north moght interfere with South Jersey shark for me. Could wind up doing Brett Bailey in that time slot. They're running mako mania so late that I'm thinking of puttin on the north end thing we are considering in the week between. I wanted to do it in the slot they took. Then do the Mania but again so late I think the slobs will be long gone and it will be surprising if any over 200 hit the scales.