Sunday, March 27, 2011


I ignorantly transgressed 20 feet outside a TMA today with my 6 year old daughter. Someone called the DEP and they duly arrived to give me a formal, written warning. I was in the wrong, so I'm not going to rant about how a State of Steady Habits is also a State of Waste, of time and money; or how the phone happy angler has his head up his arse (you know who you are).  First time I've been asked for my license in 5 years of living state-side. Feels like I popped my cherry! No, instead, I say to the kindly DEP chap: F you my friend.

Mazel Tov!


  1. Never been asked for my license. Nice of you show us how it's done.

  2. Which is odd, given how many times I've called the DEP on YOU!

    And then, first time I call about Jonny...bam, they show up!

  3. ej,
    you are some sort of rebel. how was the fishing on the other side? you are lucky you only got a warning. you could have been assed out of the whole season for both fresh and salt.

  4. Dear Anonymous,

    Greetings! Thank you for your nice words. The kind officer was terribly embarrassed to issue the warning. He understood the futility. Nice chap.

    I have not yet made it to the Other Side, but I'll let you know how the fishing is when I get there (in my prayers I ask only for modest carp, but we'll see).

    PS. For assing out please consider Cabela’s Butt Out II. The trout will let you know if it's the right tool.

    Toodle pip,