Reminds me of an epic day in the Race with 2 of my dearest fishing buddies during the time of the SNL Rastafarians skits. When we were just downwind of a boat, we were greeted with the unmistakable scent of weed, to which one colleague yelled, "Hey!! We love our smoked fish, but we wait until...
And NOT food unless pickled or smoked!!
There's a fad within the Foodie Clique and one of the items is grilled herring. Since I like herring pickled and smoked, I decided to try it grilled at one of the Foodie's Sanctum Sanctorum establishments in Portland.
It was well-nigh disgusting...
WRONG!!! Turns out those are sperm sacks full of milt, as cod spawn over the winter. They didn't seem tubular at all.
Bizarre that I've never seen it before considering I've been cod fishing in October for the last 16 years. Guess this guy was an early horn dog...
I've left you folks alone regarding my pathetically pitiful second striper season in a row, and even if we have an excellent Chesapeake spawn this year, my woes will continue until at least 2030, but that's my cross to bear.
So what's a person to do up in Maine which doesn't have the same...
Surprised that market tanked today. The interest rate increase was inevitable and well-telegraphed, the market should have anticipated it.
Guess the market figured that Warsh wouldn't have the cajones to do it. That's OK, the late night temper tantrum posts tonight should be quite humorous...
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