Captain Curt

We all had fun with the original!!!!!!!I would like to keep on going with Capt Doms lurker giveaway contest and offer up two jars of the now world famous Pepperman Hot Stuffed cherry peppers.

One jar will be awarded to a random NBS newbie with 10 posts or less and one jar to a random NBS addict 11 posts or more.

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newbies must post and tell a little about you and where you fish,your boat,fish story ect.
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and addicts must post what they consider their worst fishing blunder as in my post My 1st Mako.
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only one enrty per person

this will last for 3 weeks.

Winners will be drawn****** Sat. april 12th at midnight*********

GOOD LUCK

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Capt.Curt Maxon
www.relentlesscharters.com

demonfish

June 2005. My fishing club charters a local boat for fluke. I take Ian and off we go. Now Curt knows how Ian talks the trash and outfishes me everywhere. So were fishing the morning away four wide across the stern of this old 1940's tub. We'll the other two guys go inside and its just me and the kid . Now all day we have been hanging up and losing rigs. This is the ultimate North Fork of long island rocky bottom. I pull up and put fresh bait on, bound and determined to kick the kids ass. Drop back down , maybe a minute goes by and the rod doubles over. Great another hang up, but something says reel. So I do and the line starts coming in. Then the Drag starts peeling off. Its a Calcutta 400 reel with the drag set around 3/4 full. Well this goes on for fifeteen minutes in less than 30 feet of water. This fluke which I still think is a bass at the time doesnt want to come up. Now I have a crowd except the mate with the net cant get through. Everyone is shouting huge fluke, over ten or twelve pounds. Now I'm in the port corner and the fish is in off the starboard corner but way out on the surface. The mate cant get through the crowd with the net. So stupid me decides to take another crank and get it closer. Bam it happens. On the rebait, I never wiped the slime off my hands, that combined with the sweat from the fight causes my hand to slip off the reel handle and the rod tip drops for a second , fluke shakes and is gone.
Ian trash talks me. Rydogg who works for me at the time doesnt let me forget it to this day. So this is why I think I deserve a jar of peppers.

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demonfish

Where is everyone, lets hear some messed up stories. Capt. Curt and I cant be the only guys to have screwed up. There's peppers to be had men.

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Possum

You go Curt. Hell, I can't even decide which "blunder" to post. I shall have to give it some thought.

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CaptDom

I have had so many blunders, it is tough to even recall them all

The most recent one that sticks in my mind:

Fishing solo in late October, I was excited to try out a new setup. Calcutta 400 on a sweet Rogue rod, spooled up the day before with braid and a top shot. Took my romarine out, and went to a great deepwater spot where I can usually jig up stripers pretty good on the diamonds, while getting a long drift in.

The fish were thick, and every drop I was bringing up a nice scholie or low-teen sized bass or a bomber bluefish. The first drift, I had several LARGE stripers follow up their smaller cousin right to the boat, so I knew they were in there. I opted to release my smaller fish, hoping for the cows. As darkness rapidly approached, I got to thinking maybe a large wasn't in the cards, so I kept a fat 34 inch fish for the table, and proceeded to line up for one last pass, knowing I could hang another to limit out. Sure enough, I dropped down, and hooked up to something quite a bit larger, and had a great fight, with the drag singing a few times. Finally got her to the boat, and she easily topped 30 pounds, maybe bigger. Leaned over, lipped her easily, and she hit the deck with no fight left in her...so I thought. The jig was embedded deep, and I grabbed the fish by the lips, walked astern by the console to grab my hookout, when she decided she missed the safety of the water. Fish went nuts, hit the gunnel, and flopped overboard, pissing me off something good..... The kicker was I had left the drag engaged and laid down the pole on the deck...I got a bloody ear as my nice new expensive setup flipped into and over my head, crashed into the water, and disappeared into the depths, still attached to the bass that had won her freedom. Still have a scar to remind me never lay the rod on the deck with fish attached, take the time to place it in the holder.

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CAPT. DOM PETRARCA
COASTAL CHARTERS SPORTFISHING
NEWPORT, RI (401)-862-0358
www.coastalcharterssportfishing.com

OffTheHookSupply

This is a funny one involving my younger brother, it happened about 15 years ago.

We headed down to Captree and jumped on our favorite(at the time) bay blackfish boat, the Jib VII. w/ Captain Marty.

It was a chilly October morning and we were standing up at the bow with mate Rob(Now Capt. of the Captree Princess).

My brother, who drove this particular morning was standing against the rail BSing with Rob and Marty twirling his keychain around on his fingers.

I told him several times to be careful the keys don't go flying into the water.

Of course he chose to ignore me, I'm the older brother, WTF do I know.

KERPLUNK, keys in the water.

Sonofa B****, I told ya so.

The water was not deep, maybe 4-5 feet, but black muddy and dirty.

Impossible to see a set of keys, not only that, they probably sunk into the mud when they hit bottom.

Rob grabbed a net and tried for quite some time to no avail to retrieve the keys.

Went out 1/2 Toggin, came back and tried again.

NOPE no good.

Stayed on for the second 1/2 went out, came back tried again.

Now it's getting late, I go to make a phone call to get a ride home.

As I'm standing at the pay phone I hear a load roar of a half dozen or so people.

Yes indeed, Rob caught the elusive keycahin with the net.

And home we went.

You had to be there.

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Reaux

Some years ago at the Gut on MV during the day on an outgoing tide I was flyfishing for blues when this pilgrim in a rented Boston Whaler comes roaring up and anchors in the middle of the channel. Now this would have been a problem if I had been using conventional gear as I can easily cast across the gut but as I said I was flyfishing . . . still I thought at the time that was pretty rude for him to anchor like that in the middle. So I watch as he catches multiple bluefish, then suddenly he let loose with a yell and then I watched as he hurriedly upanchored and toar off towards Edgartown. Hours latter he reappears but now he sporting a large white bandage on his hand. "Hah!, serves him right" I thought as I got my gear together and headed back down the beach.

Several days of slow fishing followed before I and my fishing buddies found the blues again. Only problem was they were out aways, too far for the flyrod so we commenced to tease them in - pulling the old bait and switch on them once they were within fly rod range. I eventually got a nice double digit size blue in about a foot of water only a few feet from shore. Blues don't like it in shallow water and this one took off like a bat out of hell. But in due course I landed him and in appreciation of the fine fight he had given I decided to be extra gentle in removing the hook. Grabbed the hook with my right hand gave a twist and out came the hook, by now my index finger was pretty close to the fishes jaw. And old yellow eyes was looking, then with a quick snap he got the tip of my finger. "Oh s*** " I said as I tossed the blue back into the water. My fishing buddy Steve saw the whole thing and came up to me as I held my finger up by my shoulder, of course the blue had got some artery and I was shooting, with each heart beat, a crimson stream of blood three feet into the air. Steve looked at it and said, "Hey Bill want me to take you to the hospital and get that sewn up?" "Hell Steve, theres nothing left to sew up, let me see what I've got in the truck." Back at the truck I rummaged around, being careful not to point my finger into the cab, I wrapped the finger in a paper towel and then over wrapped it with some electrical tape. Good to go, except it was kinda hard to fly cast now right handed, "Good thing I taught myself how to cast left handed" I thought as I headed back to the surf.

Okay, maybe that wasn't very funny come to think of it. Took months for the finger tip to grow back.

Here is another, only this time it has nothing to do with fishing but has something to do with peppers.

Thoughts whilst shoveling snow a few weeks ago.

Remembered, as I was shoveling, a winter weekend several years ago when I was making a nice hot batch of Chili. I had gone to the super market and purchased the necessary ingredients including peppers; amongst the peppers I bought was a new variety, to me, called a Scotch Bonnet (aka Habannero) which I thought would make a nice addition to the Chili. I assembled the ingredients and began dicing the Scotch Bonnets, "Hmmm wonder how hot these things are" I thought as I popped a large piece into my mouth. The oils from the pepper slowly wrapped themselves around various nerve endings and then, all at once, detonated. Aiiiieeeee!!! I screamed as I ran to the faucet and ran water over my throbbing tongue, five minutes pass, then ten. Every time I removed my tongue from the running water the heat would return, twenty minutes latter things more or less returned to normal. Returning to the kitchen counter I carefully, as in hazardous material carefully, threw out the remaining hot peppers.

A few days latter, during a phone conversation, I told my friend Neil about my misadventure with the Habanneros - he thought it was pretty funny. The next day Neil was in his local supermarket and in the vegetable section came across a bin of Scotch Bonnets. Now, Neil is an impulsive sort of guy and remembering our conversation thought, "Hey these are the peppers that Bill was complaining about, wonder how hot they really are?" as he casually popped one into his mouth. A few moments latter Neil suffered his own incendiary explosion, he latter recounted to me what happened next. "All of a sudden my mouth was on fire, and I was running up and down the aisle trying to figure out how to calm things down. I went to the dairy section and tore open a large container of sour cream,I dipped out a bunch and shoveled, with my fingers, the sour cream into my mouth. People where looking at me a little askance, but I had other things on my mind and paid them no heed. Eventually the store manager came up to me and wanted to know what I was doing. Don't worry I said, as I licked the inside of the container, I'm going to pay for it."

Reaux

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Captain Curt

keep em comming.

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www.relentlesscharters.com

gman

ohhhhhhhhhhhh my stomach, I ate too many of those damn things today. A jar will end up lasting 2 days

demonfish

When I workd for TGIFidays they were big on sanitation. Also around the kitchen were signs reminding you to wash your hands after any work done with the peppers. Well there is a young kid working in the kitchen one day, and he's chopping peppers for awhile and I see him go to the bathroom. Next thing we hear the loudest scream. Well hw never washed his hands first and went an unzipped with all the pepper juice still on his hand. Well he left in an ambulance with an all female crew. They were all ugly, so no he didnt score either. There's how you really mess up and hurt yourself.: BangHead:

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