For the love of God who is going to tell me when this weather is going to break? Its Thursday…the day that Liz’s aunties come down to hang with the kiddies and eat meatballs. This provides me guilt free freedom which can be spent at a bar, gym, art studio or fishing. I don’t know where the gym is and I am banned from art studios in the metropolitan area so that leaves fishing and beer. Last Sunday I bought some time and caught 6 stripers in a relatively short period of time. I ran out of bait and have been anxiously waiting for this evening to try my luck once again. Here is the problem- the freaking wind!!! It is relentless. I am not sure if the surf will be fishable unless this wind lets up soon, and I mean real soon. It’s not too much to ask is it? Maybe if I go anyway I will be rewarded for my efforts. Maybe that big cow of a bass will be scavenging the freshly tossed up clams in the turbulent surf and mistakenly eat mine with a hook in it. Last week a 36” 16lb bass ate one of my disguised safe clams and went home to be eaten by my neighbor, brother and sister in law, Liz and myself. Normally I do not eat bass but I felt guilty for taking this one home and was not going to let any go to waste. Typically I catch the fish, hold it against my leg to size it, release it and re-bait. That’s for stripers. When we tuna fish it’s an entirely different mindset. Not only do we kill what we catch (the legal ones that is) but often times we beat it with a bat, cut the lateral vein and finally pull out the still beating heart.