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About Riptide

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  • About Me:
    42 year old on Cape Cod.
  • Interests (Hobbies, favorite activities, etc.):
    Hunting, Fishing & Boating
  1. I've got plenty of room with that wide timeline. The new boat is going to be AMAZING. A little more information would be helpful especially regarding species.
  2. I was featured in his first campaign newspaper photo. Very good friend of the family. As is his brother Brad
  3. Exactly right. I lived in Holbrook and used to bike there as a kid and fish Sylvan lake
  4. Burgess Bait and Tackle on the Holbrook / Randolph line. Used to go there a ton as a kid.
  5. The boat is a 2000 Hydra Sports 22 LTS with approx 600 hrs total on the hull. It is powered by a 2018 Mercury 225 V6 Fourstroke with full DTS controls. Motor has 200 hours on it and 2.5 years of warranty remaining, with an option to extend. Was placed in service in late June 2018. The boat has a Motorguide Xi5 105# 36v trolling motor. Its powered by a Lithium Pros 36v Lithium cell and a Stealth onboarding charger that charges from the main engine plus a separate 110v charger to top off both the trolling and the main battery. Main battery is a new this spring HD Group 24 AGM The boat has a complete 2018 Raymarine Axiom Pro 12 system with multiple transducers (Thru hull CHIRP, Axiom Tri-Ducer with 3D, Side and Down imaging), Quantum radar, Mercury interface, and VHF. It also has a custom Kentfab custom radar arch. Raw water washdown. Pop up cleats. The entire package sits on a custom 2017 Ameratrail custom tandem trailer. Depending on prop and load the boat runs high 50s, cruises at 40 at over 4 mpg. It holds 80 gallons of fuel for incredible range. Boat is perfect from inshore striper and albie fishing. Needs nothing and has full engine warranty. Length 22' Beam. 8'2" Weight 2250# Max HP 225 Fuel 80 gal Live well 30 gal $29,999 Boat is currently in Vero Beach, FL but can potentially be trailered north for buyer.
  6. The rotarys are all accident prone. That said, coming into the old Sag rotary after running 60+ down Rt3 caused the most issues. The other ones dont see the high incoming speed for the most part. Bourne ACTIVELY runs radar on 28 North before the MSP rotary and that keeps the inbound speeds reasonable.
  7. A TON less accidents. You have no idea how many accidents that we booked in the old Sagamore rotary. Literally several dozen a day during peak traffic. With the flyover it's a fraction of what it was. Still a few rear end accidents due to inattention in traffic. But nothing like what it was
  8. Best fishing story I have, probably the best thing I've ever written. The game plan for the trip was to day trip to Veatch canyon for a shot at yellowfin, mahi and maybe a marlin. My crew was GW and Sageflyguy. We geared up for the 80-degree forecast and 2-3' seas. All the safety gear was check and re-checked like always, we never thought we would be needing it. We splashed the boat at 0300 in Falmouth and in no time, we were zipping along headed south. We made great time and 30 minutes ahead of schedule we were going lines in at the tip of Veatch. The troll bite was a bit slow for us. One of our buddy boats had the hot hand and was hammering YFT just a few miles from us. We aimed their way and soon we got our first knockdowns. It was a slow pick for the morning bite for most of the boats, although our buddy boat was hooking up everything under the sun including marlin and wahoo. The mid day lull came and went, and we looked forward to the evening bite. Another canyon buddy of ours Ohana had struggled all day so when we started getting bit in the evening, we called them in. Ohana arrived and soon they got a BIG bite and were in an hour plus tussle with a monster bigeye. We worked around them and grabbed some more YFT and had several white marlin terrorize our spread without finding a hook. At 1800 hrs it was time to pull the pin and head for home. We had a some nice YFT up to 65# in the box and a few gaffer mahi. Not a banner day but a solid pick under ideal conditions. I pointed the big Contender North and we were headed home at a nice smooth 40 mph. The idea of a cold drink and a nice long nap was running through my mind as I crossed into the shipping lanes about 70 miles from Wasque Point when the VHF crackled on 16, "PAN PAN, Hello all stations, this is US Coast Guard South East New England BREAK"......"The Coast Guard has received a call of a vessel disabled in the shipping lanes approximately 70 miles SE of Martha's Vineyard, any vessels in the area that are able to assist, please contact USCG SENE" Then they hailed "POCO LOCO, POCO LOCO this is USCG what is your condition OVER?" POCO LOCO, that's a guy I know from fishing, I've bumped into him a dozen times over the years in various places. The owner Dave is a nice guy and his boat is the same size as mine. I'm gonna be able to help him out. I chimed in and Dave responded with a mix of anxiety and relief in his voice. Dave gave me his numbers and he was about 8 miles northwest of me. I advised the Coast Guard I was 10 minutes out from Poco Loco and I told my crew it's gonna be a long night. In no time I slid up to Poco Loco and we discussed the game plan. The closest place we could get them to safety was going to be towards Edgartown. Nantucket was a bit closer, but we would have to run all the way around the island to get to the harbor so from where we were it was a wash. Since Dave's from MV and we were going to Falmouth we ruled out ACK as an option. Dave had plenty of heavy anchor rode that we used to make a bridle to clear my Verado's and we set up a slip rig, so the tow line would move freely and keep even pressure on the boats. In about 15 minutes we were all set and under way headed for MV. Seatow was to meet us at East Beach near Tom's Shoal. The Coast Guard was advised, and they put us on a 1-hour Comm. schedule. Every hour on the hour they would call and check our situation. The tow was slow and steady, the big Verado's were churning along as an easy 1800 rpm using no fuel to speak of so running low on gas was not going to be an issue. The seas were following, and the wind was light from the SW at 5-10 kts. This is gonna be EASY...... About 3 hours into the tow, SNAP! The bridle broke from the heaving of a larger wave. I advised the CG we would be stopped to repair the tow. We got things fixed up and were back underway. The CG modified the Comm. schedule to every 30 minutes. About 2330 the Coast Guard called out over the VHF.........."PAN PAN HELLO ALL STATIONS,,,,,THE CG HAS RECEIVED A CALL FROM THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE THAT A STRONG LINE OF SEVERE THUNDERSTORMS IS LOCATED BETWEEN MV AND BLOCK ISLAND MOVING SE @ 35 KNOTS. HEAVY RAIN, HAIL, AND SEVERE LIGHTNING ARE BEING ACCOMPANIED BY WINDS IN EXCESS OF 35 KNOTS. BREAK!!!!!" Then they hailed us......This is NOT going to be good I thought. They advised that the storms were headed right at us and we should be prepared for the worst. They advised us to secure all hatches, to avoid possible flooding from the torrential rains and to put on life vests, they went down a checklist of safety gear on both boats, rafts, flares, gumby suits, etc, etc. They put us on a 15-minute Comm. schedule. The next 30 minutes was calm but tense. We knew what was coming. I kicked the radar way out and then after a short time I saw the lead edge of the storm. It was heading right at us and it was BIG! I advised the crew and we all got ready for what was coming. Thirty minutes later the storm hit. The winds instantly went to 35kts and the seas jumped to 4-5' making the already difficult tow infinitely harder. The rain came down like I've never seen before. My scuppers could barely keep up with the water flowing down the deck of the Riptide. We all huddled under the T top for some level of shelter from the storm. The crew of Poco Loco was dry in the pilot house, but the un-natural motion of the tow, the heavy seas and the confined space of the pilot house gave them issues of their own. We pitched and heaved in the growing seas and I tried to work the throttles as gently as I could to keep the strain even as the boats tossed and turned independently of each other. In the big following seas Poco Loco would slide down a wave face and the heel over hard left or right when it got into the next wave. There was not enough keel to keep it straight under tow. Even my boat which tracks like it's on rails would heel over with the added strain of the tow. When they went in different directions, SNAP! Right in the middle of the storm we break the tow line! With near zero visibility we try to maneuver back to the Poco Loco. They hauled in the line to keep it out of our props which would have been a nightmare. Dave made a great toss with the line and GW managed to catch the tow line in the near zero visibility and stinging rain. We got the boat back in tow and advised the CG we were back under way. They put us on a 10-minute Comm. schedule. That's when things went from bad to worse! LIGHTING!!!! BIG, BRIGHT AND REALLY REALLY CLOSE!!!! We had all the riggers and rods down with nothing up the VHF antenna, so we could talk to the CG. The lightning had been in the distance, but that part of the storm was on us now and the lightning was everywhere. As the lightning bolts hit closer and closer to us, I had to make a tough call. Antenna up for communications or down to avoid a lightning strike! I made the call to drop the antenna. Suddenly a few hundred yards away a blinding FLASH and an INSTANT CRACK! The lightning hit the water only a few hundred feet away from us!!!!! I like to think that I'm calm and cool under pressure, but when a zillion watts of electricity hits that close and your holding onto a metal steering wheel even the coolest hands get nervous. You just can't hide from lightning in the open ocean. Normally, I can outrun storms or run hard to avoid or dodge them. But not tonight, not this time. The only way to run was to cut Poco Loco loose and set them adrift alone in the storm and that wasn't happening. All we could do was pray that the gods had bad aim tonight. The CG tried to HAIL us for the Comm. check. With the storm all around us and the heavy electrical show they were light and barely readable. With the antenna down, I didn't think they would be able to hear us at all. In the broken chatter I heard the CG ask for my location as they had done each time before. I waited a few seconds and gave my numbers out to what I expected to be dead air. There was a pause and a crackle, then a scratchy......."Good Copy”. A HUGE thank you to all the good folks at ICOM VHF and Digital Antenna, even in the worst of conditions with the antenna down my call with my position went through! After several waves of rain and a few more distant lightning strikes things calmed down a bit. The seas settled into a 3-4' pattern and we continued to make way for MV. Having been dressed for 80 degrees and no rain we were all soaked to the skin and in the middle of the night it was starting to get cold. I dug out spare dry gear I keep on the boat and got the guys as warm and dry as they could be. We had another few hours to go and we might as well be as comfortable as possible. Finally, after 3 broken lines and 9 hours of towing we made it to Muskeget Channel. Dave called over the radio to give me the first good new of the night. SLACK TIDE! We made it through the normally nasty piece of water without issue. The thought of the tow breaking and Poco Loco going aground on Wasque was one I had for the entire trip. After clearing the channel, we got Poco Loco into the shelter near East Beach and helped them set the anchor. Seatow was going to be delayed until sunrise so they requested he anchor up to await their arrival. Then they would tow him the rest of the way to his home port of Menemsha. Once we were sure Poco Loco was anchored firmly we set out to get my cold wet crew home. The CG set up a new Comm. schedule with Poco Loco and 20 minutes later I gave the CG my last Comm. check of the night. "COASTGUARD GROUP SOUTHEAST NEW ENGLAND, THIS IS THE VESSEL RIPTIDE.......WE ARE SAFE AND SOUND IN FALMOUTH HARBOR......THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE............" During the 10-hour ordeal I had a lot of time to think about all the trips I've made to the edge, the what if's, what if that were me disabled 70 miles offshore. I thought about the times I've been towed in from various places over the years. One time in particular came to mind. About 10 years ago I was fishing in my bay boat off Newport RI. The motor blew, and we were stranded 20 miles from the Westport river where we had launched. A guy in a big green custom center console came along and offered to help. I didn't know the guy, but he towed us for over 2 hours all the way back to the ramp at Westport. When we got to the ramp, I told the guy I didn't have much money on me, but I would send him whatever he wanted to cover the tow when I got home. The guy smiled and said "Don't worry about it, maybe someday I'll be in a jam and you can tow me home”. I told him I would if I ever got the chance. As the big green custom center console turned and headed out of the Westport River, I looked at the transom and said to myself "What a cool name for a boat......POCO LOCO".
  9. Finished up in NC, then dragged the Riptide Bay Boat to FL. I dropped the Bay boat off at my buddy Carter Andrew's house. Then jumped on a plane with another friend and zipped over to Abaco to run a 30 foot Center Console with a big set of Verados for the week. We slayed a bunch of nice mahi a few big cuda and lost a few hoo. Some drinking , eating and general screwing around filled out the week. Now it's back home to rest, repack for the Winter of Riptide 2018 in the Keys
  10. Today was a solid outing with Kevin Pawsey. We got an early start in cold but calm conditions. It only took about 15 minutes to find surface fish and 16 for Kevin to hook up. It looked like the action was going to keep building. Unfortunately after a half dozen fish that bite fizzled out. We ran a bit and found some active draggers. The typical method of fishing them has not been and was not working. However the Raymarine CHIRP and Side Imaging sonar showed there were fish around. The key was to drift well off the draggers a few hundred yards. The side imaging would guide us and the CHIRP would tell us when to drop the Hogy Lures Epoxy jigs. Time after time the jigs went down and the rods got bent. So much so, that we drew a crowd each and every time we moved to a new dragger. The poor puppy's could follow, but none caught like the big dog We called in our buddy boat and gave them some tips. Soon they too were getting tight regularly while the crowd looked on in frustration. When that bite finally died down we were in the 2 dozen fish range. We ran around looking to add to the count but only found skittish ones and twos that proved impossible to get shots at. With a hard deadline to catch a plane, we were limited on time despite excellent running conditions. Overall a solid outing. Not a banner day, but there is no doubt we out fished all the onlookers combined.
  11. Yesterday it was Dinosaurs. Today it was Buffalos. The Harkers Island Albie bite finally lived up to its legend. My guys fresh off a Jurasic day, braved wind and rain to spend 4 hours of NONSTOP big albie action. When they finally tapped out with the fish still raging, the boat was around 50 fish. A strong number by any account. But all the more impressive, was nearly every fish was over 10 pounds. The cherry on top was BOTH my guys got albies 20 POUNDS OR ABOVE!!!! Our scorecard was numerous over 15#, several in the 16-18#, a 20# and a 22#. Several BIG fish pulled hooks boat side as well. EVERY fish landed was on 15# flouro and Hogy Luresl 7/8oz Epoxy jigs. (You remember the ones I just had delivered) Overall these guys have seen 2 days of the best fishing I've ever put customers on.
  12. Today was beyond Amazing, beyond Epic. Today was just special. We got to do something so rare and so unique we are all still processing it. The day started with more wind than expected, we worked towards our destination but could not get there. The consolation was a killer 2 hour albie feed that was world class. That alone would have made the charter a good one. Once the albie bite died, I did what I always do, burn fuel. The guys and I covered ALLOT of water. Much of it dead. Eventually I decided to work a little deeper and aim for some offshore structure. We never got there. Hustling along at 40 kts, I noticed a massive reddish area off to the right a few hundred yards. I slowed up and figured it was a bait ball. As we got even closer we realized it was GIANT DRUM just under the surface. THOUSANDS of them. I had 2 rods rigged with Shimano North America Fishing Saragossa 10000s and Hogy Lures Protails. I set the guys up and both threw darts right into the body of fish. My curiosity of if they would eat or not went away instantly. Doubled up, rods doubled over and drags singing. I had guessed 20-40# redfish. As it turned out they were black drum and MUCH larger. When we got them boat side we guessed 60+ pounds. Then the estimates went up when my 50# drag scale literally exploded all over the deck. I made a call to a friend and he passed the word to a few other boats for me. After about an hour Capt Sarah Gardner and Capt Brian Horsley arrived. It took Capt Brian all but about a second to have his sports tight. It was a true pleasure working in concert with two of the best guides NC has to offer. We all took turns working the pod and keeping track of it as it worked down tide. Were it not for Capt Sarah and her tower boat, our 3 hour event would have been less than half that long. She was able to stay with and see the school even when it sounded. After more than three hours all the boats had landed a bunch of fish. Several on the other two boats were taken ON THE FLYROD!!!! It was just amazing having the customers from other boats cheer each other along as everyone hooked up. Not having a real frame of reference for the size of these fish, I deferred to the locals. Capt Brian assured me the larger fish were in the 85-90# class. Which put them in IGFA line class record territory. However all three boats released every fish landed. Some other larger fish were alleged to be close to 50 years old !!!!! I could not be happier for my sports, they worked hard and did an amazing job beating over 30 of these giants. Being able to share it with Capts Brian and Sarah and their anglers made this once in a lifetime spectacle that much more special.
  13. After a 5 day blow, I covered well over 175 miles this morning just hunting. Fortune favors the bold and this morning was no exception. Several dozen albies on top skipping the Hogylures epoxy jig. Then another dozen and a half vertical jigging it when the topwaters action slowed. Had a BIG king try to take a piece of one.