Catskill Mountain Man
Explore, and implore to explore
Hey guys.
I've always been intrigued by sharks since I was very young. Living sharks and extinct sharks, I've always found cool.
I go to the Jersey shore every year and fish and relax but I find myself swimming a lot less every year. I would never come out of the water my whole life, even in my early 20's. I just love everything water, especially moving water.
About 2-3 years ago a big blues blitz was heading right up to the beach on LBI and I ran to get my rod. Came back and the fishing was epic with poppers. I'd catch 2 cocktail blues at a time. Two other fishermen were about 75 feet from me. One on my left and one on my right. We were having a blast looking at each other and cheering at the rare occurrence.
Dolphins were going up and down the beach all day.. but what we saw was not a dolphin.. About 30 feet in front of me a HUGE fin (About 1 1/2 -1 3/4 feet high) came out of the water and then a bunch of water was churned up.
Now I've always loved sharks. While snorkeling in the Caribbean I'd frequently dive down to pet nurse shark that was chilling on the bottom; but this experience was different.. I witnessed it feeding 3 fishing poles length away from me... I looked to the guys to my left and right and we all nodded our heads as to what we saw, then we all went back to the beach. We caught tons of fish anyway and I had free crabbing bait for the night already!
I've always known what was out there swimming under us but ever since then I tend to only go to the beach to fish. My swimming consists of going chest high out during low tide and casting as far as I can then swimming/running as fast as I can back to the beach.
I know I have nothing to fear and I'm always an advocate of having nothing to fear about swimming in the ocean. It's just ever since then I find myself high tailing it the hell out of chest high water.
Again I can't express how much I used to love swimming in the ocean. One year I broke my hand during football and still needed to keep my cast on during the NJ vacation. Parent's tried to keep me out of the water for all of.. I'd say 10 minuets. The cast disintegrated in the seawater in about an hour but at that point in time my hand was pretty much healed.
I don't know why.. but I've had more than a few experienced fishermen like myself say "I don't swim too much anymore.. I know what's out there.." I find myself now saying the same thing..
I've always been intrigued by sharks since I was very young. Living sharks and extinct sharks, I've always found cool.
I go to the Jersey shore every year and fish and relax but I find myself swimming a lot less every year. I would never come out of the water my whole life, even in my early 20's. I just love everything water, especially moving water.
About 2-3 years ago a big blues blitz was heading right up to the beach on LBI and I ran to get my rod. Came back and the fishing was epic with poppers. I'd catch 2 cocktail blues at a time. Two other fishermen were about 75 feet from me. One on my left and one on my right. We were having a blast looking at each other and cheering at the rare occurrence.
Dolphins were going up and down the beach all day.. but what we saw was not a dolphin.. About 30 feet in front of me a HUGE fin (About 1 1/2 -1 3/4 feet high) came out of the water and then a bunch of water was churned up.
Now I've always loved sharks. While snorkeling in the Caribbean I'd frequently dive down to pet nurse shark that was chilling on the bottom; but this experience was different.. I witnessed it feeding 3 fishing poles length away from me... I looked to the guys to my left and right and we all nodded our heads as to what we saw, then we all went back to the beach. We caught tons of fish anyway and I had free crabbing bait for the night already!
I've always known what was out there swimming under us but ever since then I tend to only go to the beach to fish. My swimming consists of going chest high out during low tide and casting as far as I can then swimming/running as fast as I can back to the beach.
I know I have nothing to fear and I'm always an advocate of having nothing to fear about swimming in the ocean. It's just ever since then I find myself high tailing it the hell out of chest high water.
Again I can't express how much I used to love swimming in the ocean. One year I broke my hand during football and still needed to keep my cast on during the NJ vacation. Parent's tried to keep me out of the water for all of.. I'd say 10 minuets. The cast disintegrated in the seawater in about an hour but at that point in time my hand was pretty much healed.
I don't know why.. but I've had more than a few experienced fishermen like myself say "I don't swim too much anymore.. I know what's out there.." I find myself now saying the same thing..
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