My Gravitational Pull


It’s been a while and I apologize. My last post was entered in May and time just slipped through my fingers. Or line I should say.. line slipping through.

Not only have I learned a lot about surf fishing, marine biology, the history of the area and night sky (yes) I have grown to understand life more.

I’ve learned to forgive and have patience with myself on the water.

This journey, our journey each day gives us a chance to  make it right, safe,  and embrace what sets our souls on fire.

Try not to ever let anyone or thing take that away from you. ♥

JUNE 2015


I am overflowing with words I do not have.”
— Adam Falkner




JULY 2015

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“No one has it all figured out, especially not the people who are acting like they do and judging you because of it. Pretending to be something you aren’t because you’re trying to please a bunch of judgmental hypocrites and shitheads is not the way to be happy. Living the life you want to live is. It really is that simple.”-TM







It is a basic human need that everyone wants to live a happy life. For this, one has to experience real happiness.
The so-called happiness that one experiences by having money, power, and indulging in sensual pleasures is not real happiness.
It is very fragile, unstable and fleeting.
For real happiness, for lasting stable happiness,
one has to make a journey deep within oneself and get rid of all the unhappiness stored in the deeper levels of the mind.
As long as there is misery at the depth of the mind all attempts to feel happy at the surface level of the mind prove futile.-S.N. Goenka
As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can. –  John Muir
You never know when a few sincere words can have an impact on a life. – Zig Ziglar
Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.-Cheryl Strayed
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Troubles that may come and go
but good times they’re the gold.

It’s my turn to drive

Happy New Year! 2011 – just sounds like a great year!

Starting off the year with no expectations other than the ones I have for myself. This is going to be a goal oriented year for me. Something I have never done.

So, here I am putting it down. It motivates me even more.

This year I hope to fish at least 2 of my top 5 places on my “Fishing bucket list”.

1. Venice, LA – big rig fishing (after everything I have read and first hand reports, I may not come back)

2. Cape Cod, MA- striper fishing in the early fall (have been to CC, even out on the water, but never striper fished)

3. Keys, FLA – a million reasons why

4. Sebastian Inlet, Fla – because I love it there and want to go back and just take it all in again

5. Reel in a Giant trevally (destination yet to be determined-2 choice locations)

It’s funny… when I lived in Fla I drove around with a fishing rod, even the fly rod sometimes. There was always an opportunity. You see the most beautiful things fishing, cultivate some great friendships while fishing, experience an anticipation and a rush when fishing, everything in the world just seems so right. When I am not fishing I feel like I am being suffocated by all the noise in life. It’s been a month and fishing is all I can think of.

I need a trip somewhere to fish or find some deep ice soon.<big smile>



I am forever grateful for my GLoomis IMX 6′ med/heavy action 10-17lc ROD and Avet 5.3 SX silver with 40lb suffix yellow braid. It was one of the best gifts I have received as it has many great memories attached to it and has helped fill the freezer for the winter.

Offshore Madness

I have it.  It happens when you have a monumental fishing trip and try to come back from the way out. But along the way you agree with the Capt. that every floating log, boil, tuna chic, oily smell should be grounds to stop and inspect. Even when the roll out time is about 3-3:30 am …. you just can’t stop.

We headed out into the pitch black dark, darker than I ever remember night. The boat is a 23′ Regulator w/twins. It was a 70 mile journey out to the Wilmington Canyon. It’s a place where dreams are made just as quickly as hearts get crushed. It was a perfect ride out. Capt. prepared most of the bally hoo only hours before. As soon as we hit troll he was deploying with the precision of strategic planner. As I took the wheel: spreader bars, and islanders went over the back and side. It always has to be just perfect. And it is.

When the Capt. is putting everything out I stay focused on the course and try to stay out-of-the-way. It is with complete amazement I watch as the depth descends. I lose myself thinking about all the life at 1000, 2000, 2500. Watching countless hours and reading gives you a lot of ideas of what is down there.  Then reality snaps  back with a quick bam on the blue and white Islander jr with the small bally hoo. The Capt says… reel it in. IMAGINATION going into overtime. What is it, because it peels off real quick, then goes the place I hate the most: Straight down. I am familiar with this tactic as my one and only other tuna was a Blue Fin who showed me what the straight down dive is all about. But, that was a few years ago. I was holding the rod slightly wrong at first then thinking,  this is going to hurt. But after a quick re adjustment by the Capt. I brought in my first Yellow Fin Tuna.  Was not huge by any means, it was a keeper and I was proud.

We spent more time trolling as the heat was on and water temps wavered between 81-84. Beautiful blue turquoise, sometimes purple looking water.  After a few hours Capt said, let’s look for some Mahi. First high hat, nothing, next one a big boat  rushed ahead of us. It was fine, we were enjoying life out there. So we pulled up to the next. Capt threw out a couple chunks and the water lit up with color. Like nothing I had ever seen.

It was the beginning of Mahi madness.

We dropped down gami 7/0 circle hooks from our flounder rods with just a chunk. Before we could get  a foot in the water we hooked-up each time. And it went on and on. High jumpers,  crazy action, bloody decks. It was addicting just watching them in the water chase each other. Everyone different and more beautiful than the last.

We finally stopped as it was time to start heading back.  Quick clean-up and off we went. But then there was this log…how great are these two birds just hangin there, squawking away:

and once again we dropped down some hooks. WHAM! a few more Mahi. Plus, one of the most beautiful of the day.

We pried ourselves and took off for the barn. Then WT… what’s that boil over there???

Capt. put out the bird. It looked to be a tight bunch of skip jacks. But we had to leave… really now.

Life for the day was nothing short of spectacular. The ocean blessed us with a great big bunch of porpoises racing out – airborne showing off, whales, flying fish, the skip jack frenzy, the color of the water… and the coolest little tuna chic that all day long circled the deployed bird time and time again.

We got  back to the dock about 6pm…. took some time to get every thing cleaned up. Packed the cooler with the fish….and I could not lift the my side. I’ll even admit my arm was just a little bit sore that night. But it felt good.