Fun-crammed, fish-crammed day aboard ‘I.Sea.U’
Early in my journalism career, and long before the time period Pretend Information turned a part of our every day lives, I discovered that some individuals don’t take kindly to a newspaperman.
I’ve been screamed at, stubborn at, referred to as all types of names — all for simply doing my job.
An especially indignant man I as soon as wrote about, the proprietor of a troubled pizza joint accused of stealing his staff wages, threw a punch at me and tried to push me down a flight of stairs. One other time, an nameless caller warned me that he overheard a man “at the poker room” say he deliberate to kill me in response to my reporting a few sham charity that served as a slush fund for former U.S. Rep. Corrine Brown.
The caller sounded drunk. I wasn’t killed. And everyone knows what occurred to the congresswoman.
That being stated, there are nonetheless individuals on this metropolis who learn the paper, and even a number of prepared to take a reporter fishing.
Shortly after I began writing the weekly fishing report a couple of months in the past, I acquired an e-mail from Lou DeNicola, a retired crucial-care physician and longtime offshore fisherman who gave me some pleasant recommendation on how you can make it better.
After buying and selling a number of messages, he agreed to place me on his “listing,” a roster of roughly 20 individuals the skipper can call at a moment’s discover to go fishing and help cut up the cost of fuel, ice and bait.
My number lastly acquired pulled last week, and I joined DeNicola and company to backside fish and search for cobia, a big, exhausting-preventing and scrumptious fish that can be discovered close to synthetic reefs in the course of the winter.
The crew additionally consisted of Richard Fast and Elliott Ettlinger, two regulars on DeNicola’s 25-foot Wellcraft dubbed the “I.Sea.U”, as well as George Sopko, an avid bass fishermen and pal of Quick who has been fishing on the boat a handful of occasions.
We left immediately from DeNicola’s dock and headed to Casablanca, one of many many synthetic reefs off Jacksonville’s coast and a potential scorching spot for winter cobia. Final December, DeNicola caught 12 there.
The Casablanca “reef” is a sunken 365-foot landing ship — the sort that carried tanks throughout World Warfare 2 — that sits in one hundred fifteen-ft of water, roughly a 34-mile journey out of Mayport. The ship was deliberately sunk as a man-made reef someday within the Nineteen Seventies close to an present artificial reef, nevertheless it took anglers a number of years to seek out it after a pocket of trapped air triggered the ship to float away from the original drop website, in line with the Jacksonville Offshore Fishing Club’s website.
We soon cleared the Mayport jetties and have been met with calm seas — or so we thought. Only a couple miles later, we have been all violently jolted when the boat hit a wave that appeared out of nowhere at cruising velocity. Fortunately, we all managed to remain within the boat.
After regrouping and getting the boat back on top of things, DeNicola informed me a story from years in the past that started in an analogous approach but shortly escalated into a…