jetty42

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  1. Cuomo is looking might Presidential these days. He is going to replace Biden at some point. The DNC rule book contains provisions that allow the Super-Delegates to elect a replacement should the presumptive nominee (Joe Biden) drop out of the race. Any number of Bernie supporters have made a big deal about the rules for replacement. The rules are not really outrageous in our opinion. There needs to be a process in place in case the candidate dies after the convention. (These are old men, candidates die, sometimes naturally, sometimes they are assassinated. Furthermore, if some major scandal started making headlines (like your son made $80k a month in a no show Job in a foreign country famous for its corruption.) In any event, the DNC rule book allows for Biden to be replaced, without having to go through the whole primary process, which would pretty much be impossible anyway. We noticed that the domain registration for Cuomo2020.com was recently updated; February 21, 2020, to be exact, right before the “pandemic” started going good. We weren’t sure if the recent update was meaningful or anything, so we took a look at all the other “candidate2020.com” registration updates. Of course the late update to the domain might be for a variety of reasons. Still, when combined with Mayor Bill de Blasio's "Kill it with Fire" press conferences, it looks like the much more poised Andrew Cuomo is being groomed to replace Biden. It is also interesting that Bill de Blasio comes from a CIA family. His uncle was involved in the 1953 coup that installed the Shah of Iran.
  2. There is an inverse correlation between the population of Striped Bass and Blue Fish.
  3. There is an inverse correlation between the population of Striped Bass and Blue Fish.
  4. There were two or three Threshers tail smacking peanuts about 10 yards off in Big Mo co. It was about 3pm. Biggest might have been 5 or 6 feet with the tail. They were close enough to hear the tail fin smack the water.
  5. Taking the MSM’s narrative of who Bob Mueller is, one was left with the impression that Bob came from a solidly middle class background, and through perseverance, hard work and a reputation for fairness, rose through the ranks of the DOJ and FBI to eventually become FBI Director under George W. Bush. After only a slightly extra effort to look more closely at RSM3’s biography, it soon became clear that Robert Swan Mueller the 3rd, his parents, and his extended family belong to a very small and very elite group of Eastern Establishment “Old Money” Families. The Bob Mueller Family Tree and connections to CIA Director of Plans, Richard Bissell, who was fired by JFK over the Bay of Pigs Debacle. Bob Mueller's wife is also related to Gen. Charles P. Cabell, also fired by JFK over Bay of Pigs. Gen. Cabell's brother Earle was the mayor of Dallas when JFK was assassinated, and he worked for the CIA.
  6. The Old Man passed away Monday. He would have been 85 in August. The older guys down at Giglios knew Ted Wheeler as “Ten Pound Ted”. Whenever Dad had some free time, he went fishing. He grew up in Hoquiam, Washington, which is on Grays Harbor, which opens up to the Pacific. Fishing in the northwest corner of Washington state was mostly done on inland rivers and streams for Cutthroat, Steelhead, Rainbow Trout and Salmon and away from the surf. Back in the '40s and '50s, hardly anyone fished the Washington State Pacific surf. The surf was too big and the first break was a mile or more out to sea and probably nobody knew there were any fish in the swirling whitewash. Ted’s Old-Man Roy (my grandfather) must have gotten anxious waiting for the Steelhead or Cutthroat Trout season to start, or he got bored of throwing spinners at Dolly Varden Trout, (Steelhead and Dolly Varden were the Striper and Bluefish equivalents, in that order, of Pacific Northwest streams and rivers), so he took my dad to the beach to find something to fish for. Dad always claimed his father discovered that you can catch Surf Perch on those huge Pacific Beaches with a piece of clam, which is what they did when they needed to fish, and the trout and salmon seasons were closed. When Dad was in the US Army he did not have much time to fish. After the Army he went to Clemson and found out you can catch trout in the streams of some of the Appalachian foot hills. On one of his trips, his fishing buddy, a 270 pound offensive guard for the Tigers was bitten by a cottonmouth. Dad said he couldn’t get the guy to leave and go to the hospital because the Football player was not going to let a snake bite ruin his fishing trip. In 1970 “Ten Pound Ted” moved to Little Silver and stayed there until Hurricane Sandy forced him and mom to move to Shady Oaks. After a long stretch of little or no fishing while in the Army or college, or starting a career and family, moving to the “Jersey Shore” in 1970 allowed him to fish whenever he wanted to, and he did. He would tell you the trout and salmon fishing was better on the West Coast but the surf fishing was better on the East Coast. Dad probably went 10 years before he caught his first Striped bass. It was not for lack of trying. In the 1970s and early 1980s, Stripers were extremely rare. When he wanted to catch “a fish”, any fish, he would usually take me. When we wanted to catch bluefish and probably a weakfish or two, we would drive to the Monmouth Beach Club Jetty and wait for the Bluefish to trap the spearing, tinker mackerel and other baitfish in the northside corner of the jetty. If not the Monmouth Beach Jetty then Tradewinds, or the Asphalt Jetty, or Surfrider or any of the other jetties up to the Hook, that are now mostly covered with sand. When the fish were stacked up on the Ocean Avenue sea wall, and the birds were diving just on the other side, we would scale the wall with our fiberglass polls, Penn reels and Hopkins or treble hooks. If my mother knew at the time, as an 11 year old, dad let me climb down the ocean-side of the sea wall, with waves crashing, to gaff a twelve pound weakfish stuck in the rocks, she would have killed my father for letting me do that. There was a run of “Tide Runner” weakfish back in the early eighties. The Monmouth Beach Car Toppers would bring in fish close to 20 lbs. and occasionally those fish would come in close enough to catch from the wall. I remember the old man hooked into one that nearly pulled him off the wall, which easily would have killed him. That fish ended up lost in the rocks buts we had fun. If the blues and weakfish weren’t running, and at a time when Striper Fishing was mostly futile, we would find other species to catch. Dad liked a good tasting fish so we went out for blackfish a lot on the local jetties. That’s when he started making his own sinkers for easy breakoffs. The jetties in Northern Monmouth County were usually productive though those blackfish were usually on the small size. We also fished Sandy Hook for blackfish a lot. Our favorite place was where that large chunk of white concrete stuck out of the sand at low tide. Besides some decent sized blackfish, those rocks produced kingfish and the occasional sea bass. If it wasn’t bluefish, weakfish or blackfish, fluke were a good diversion in the middle of the summer. I remember hiking up to the tip of the hook at 6:00 AM with him and then sprinting when we noticed the thousands of mosquitos we attracted while crossing through the swampy parts of the dunes. The huge ships that passed within casting distance in the Sandy Hook channel were always impressive. By the time the Stripers had recovered and catching one wasn’t so rare, I was involved in too many high school sports to fish for them, or was in college, or lived in the city. When Dad retired in the 1990s he was in his full fishing glory. He could still hop the rocks, walk miles of sand, or just stand at the end of Peninsula Avenue in Sea Bright to fish and “shoot the breeze” with guys with funny nicknames. His nick name was “Ten Pound Ted” because he couldn’t catch a striper that weighed more than 10 pounds. Dad’s retirement and the peak years of the Striper cycle lined up perfectly. He had the most time to fish when there were the most fish to be caught. His “retirement” from fishing was long and enjoyable and in stages. First he stopped going on the rocks, and hung up his cleats. A few years later he stopped wading in the surf and hung up his waders. As he got older, Dad stuck to the inside and liked to fish Peninsula Ave and then Branchport Park, where he probably did more talking than fishing. Finally, visiting Giglios, having a coffee and cigarette, and listening to fishing stories was his version of a fishing trip. When I moved to the Jersey Shore in 2009, my 20 year hiatus from fishing was over. The old man of course had collected tons of equipment over the years and he was pretty happy to hand it all over to me instead of letting it collect dust in the garage. I still use his Penn 700 series reels, which he always swore by, and the rod Jim Cousins gave him as well as any number of plugs and lures. These last few years, the closest Dad could get to the fish was to ask me how the fishing was. I would show him a phone picture of a fish I caught, or tell him the “black ducks of death” had landed out front and it was over for the season. Even in his last few days Dad wanted to know if I was catching anything. He liked to fish calicos and sand bugs in July and August. I told him I’ve been floating bugs just off the drop and had a few hits earlier in the week. He liked the sound of that. -------- A Memorial Gathering will take place at the John E. Day Funeral Home, 85 Riverside Avenue, Red Bank, NJ 07701, on Thursday July 18, 2019 from 4-8PM. A Memorial Mass will take place at 9:30AM on Friday July 19, 2019 at St. James RC Church in Red Bank.
  7. As some of you are likely aware, the Army Corp. of Engineer's is currently constructing a new Sea Wall at the Municipal Pavilion, approximately 30 yards East of the Existing Seawall. This work has been planned for a number of years and residents/frequent visitors are generally aware of the disruption. Nevertheless, the town apparently has other construction plans that have largely been authorized in secret. As best as most interested parties can tell, the borough has authorized the construction of an "observation deck". Since the deck is being financed by the town (not the Army Corp.), there is growing interest as to the what, why, and how are far as the fiscal costs. Fiscal costs aside, for non-residents, this project may be worth paying attention to since: Only a few people have seen the plans (the mayor does not have interest in being transparent.) There are potential impacts on access and parking for non-residents. The mayor is reliably dense enough to try to push through a new project that will impede access / disrupt parking / cost a fortune / violate some sort of Federal and/or State law. Additional background can be found here. http://tworivertimes.com/observation-deck-planned-in-monmouth-beach/ Residents and non-residents are encouraged to attend the Borough Meeting on November 20th at 6:PM. Finally, a local email encouraging attendance is circulating (highlights below.)
  8. Sat. & Sunday https://www.amazon.com/Bigfoot-New-Jersey-Burbs-ebook/dp/B008K9FOF4/ref=sr_1_24?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1342087528&sr=1-24&keywords=bigfoot “Anyway, one of my friends, about two years older than I, absolutely REFUSED to go in the woods there. We'd romp around the pines everywhere and anywhere else, but he just wouldn't go in that part of the forest. This is even when we were older teens. See, he claimed that years prior he has seen ... something in those woods. A big, hairy man, face covered in hair, standing slouched in the woods staring at him.” – Near Lakehurst, New Jersey – 1980s.
  9. That scream you may have heard yesterday from Sandy Hook to Cape May was my 12 year old daughter after she opened a brown cardboard box she thought contained donuts, but was filled with a dozen sandworms instead. Good times. She seems to have recovered and prolonged therapy won't be necessary.
  10. The Monmouth Beach Penguin
  11. Two tiny Stripers in two days out front in Nomoco on worms. After the first one, I switched to the biggest circle hook I had, a 7/0 size, but the second one still managed to hook himself.
  12. Back in the day (80s/90s), if it was 3:00 AM, and you needed beer, or bait, or both, you would drive to the Highlands. These days, I have no need for either at that time. Nevertheless, the town still has the vibe that a material percentage of the population still depends on rum-running as their primary source of income. Since the Bootlegger closed, I don't think the Highlands is still as popular a port-of-call for privateers and pirates as it once was. However, I would be still be reluctant to find myself in the Claddagh at closing for fear of being Shanghai'd or relieved of my money by a man with an eye patch and sharp cutlass. The south side of Highway 36 in the Highlands has more appeal. It is mostly safely above the high-water mark and the views are impressive. It is of course more expensive, but you will be able to see when a three masted barque, filled with the treasures of the Orient, runs aground on the False Hook during a Nor'easter and be the first person to "rescue" the cargo. In all seriousness, the section of the Highlands south of 36 is your safest bet. I also think the section north of 36 might be up-and-coming. Hurricane Sandy wiped out a lot of the older houses and larger more structurally sound houses, built on 15 foot foundations, have replaced them. I can imagine the newer construction is being bought by a wealthier demographic as second homes for summer use, since the Highlands is close to the beach, has a number of marinas, and is overall in a great location. The school system is not considered all that great so it is not a destination for younger families looking for a permanent residence in the 'burbs. Other various towns, from Monmouth Beach to Manasquan, fill that role. (FYI - some of the towns with supposedly wonderful school systems got those reputations because of the tireless efforts of local Realtors, and other means. Never trust a NJ school system by it's ACT scores.) I think I just sold myself on looking for a house in the Highlands.
  13. Monmouth Beach Penguin 1981. https://books.google.com/books?id=Z2UlKsvrX60C&pg=PT83&lpg=PT83&dq=monmouth+beach+penguin&source=bl&ots=Yha6ZA9Gxd&sig=rCxcse8wCqTKWrAgGqCxZr3QREU&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwivp_qX0dLTAhXKRiYKHUD4C5sQ6AEIXjAL#v=onepage&q=monmouth%20beach%20penguin&f=false
  14. I will buy at $110 without. Prefer to use Pay Pal. PM me to arrange payment and shipping address.