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Midnight Poacher --- Cony Island Whitefish

MidnightPoacher

Just finished a River Runs Through it!
Who: I am The Midnight Poacher

Why: Attempting to take back fishing privileges of 'privatized water' from individuals in the U.S.

When: Typically during moonless evenings when everyone is asleep. August 15th Evening.

Where: Cony Island

Details: The skinny is that my two VERY jealous Vogue Models stranded me in N.J. after I got hammered and started hitting on other Vogue girlies at some swanky N.Y.C. penthouse party. I do remember attempting to show the girlies my latest albino worm imitation -- but no dice.

Needless to admit, I passed out while attempting my patented smooth moves, woke-up and found myself stranded with my fly rod in one hand, a few large salmon flies in the other and one rude hangover. At least my model felines did not leave me completely naked, they remembered to arm me with my fishing vest as well. Thanks girls!

Needing to get my fix of fly fishing while stranded on Cony Island just past the bewitching hour of midnight, I choose to use my oldest rod (with the sensitivity of a broom) to fish the East River flowing nearby. Interestingly, I saw no other fellow fly fisherman. The upside was that there were a lot of targets of floating, yet glowing casting targets meandering down the river. I could not for the life of me determine what they were.

Quickly, I double hauled my 9 wt. bass bug taper fly line across the channel and hooked one of these roving items bobbing in the water. Instantly I hooked the floating target and yanked with all of my might.

Something was not right. Someone was near. Suddenly, a local police officer approached me and stated: "You know that you hooked a Cony Island Whitefish?" Trying with all nerve not to appear startled, I replied with my best Jersey accent: "You kiddn' me. I thought they were an endangered species? " The officer chuckled and wished me a good evening, jumped into his squad car and left. Quickly, I stripped this Whitefish in using hand over hand retrieve until it splashed near my feet.

FYI . Dennis C provided some insight on the particular landmarks,etc for this story.

To be continued...
 
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No problem.

Does anyone like my new Avatar?

In my next lifetime, I am coming back as a large male brown trout like my avatar, during breeding season, in a river full of lovely female brownies.

Yeah Baby! Yeah!!
 
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MP - You are incredible. I'm not sure where you get that imagination from, but you should start writing your book now. :)

I'm going to gather up all of your posts one day and create a seperate page for them. Of course I know I already said this, but you never cease to amaze us. I've been working from 9am - 8pm lately, so it's a bit tough for me to do much of anything. Arghhh... well, at least it's work and I'm getting a check!
 
DC, yes be thankful for the paycheck. I was in that situation (11-12+hrs/day) from November up until June, but it beats unemployment :)

-- Rob
 
I prefer to swim in private pools or waters with my Vogue Model girlies. We attempted to swim in the D.R.C. swimming pool late at night a few months ago. Unfortunately, Al C. filled the Resort swimming pool filled with man eating fish that spoiled that attempted skinny dipping episode. (That episode was described in greater detail a few weeks ago on this site....)

Breakin the law seems to add a whole other level intrigue for my female posse. It is better than Viagra...

MP,

Lookin' for BIG FUN!!
 
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