Fly Fishing

Record Breaker

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We’ve got to protect our phony-baloney jobs here, gentlemen. Harrumph! Harrumph!

-Governor William J. Lepetomane

Just off the coast of Martha’s Vineyard on July 8, 2005, I broke a world record twice. Fly fishing, I caught the largest tautog on 20 pound test line ever recorded. And then I caught an even bigger one. Luckily I was fishing with a captain, Paul, who knew what the hell a tautog was. He also knew how rare it was to catch one using a fly rod. He suspected the first one I caught could be a record and we kept it. Tautog are good to eat so at least we would be getting a treat after the day’s fishing. When I caught the second one, it was like lightning hit the boat twice. The second tautog on the fly was about a pound and a half larger than the first one. What happened on the water that day was certainly an anomaly. You simply cannot catch tautog using a fly rod and I did it twice. Both fish proved to be new world records. I thought my name would stand forever under “tautog” considering how rare the feat had been. Today however, I received a letter from the International Game Fish Association (IGFA) informing me that they have canceled my world record because of a technicality.  Continue reading “Record Breaker”

Self Help

Panic #60

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I wish this wasn’t true. I sat staring at my computer trying to come up with an excuse not to write this but I couldn’t think of any. I’m not looking for sympathy or praise. I am trying to help myself. I’d really like to just move on with my life and forget this is even a part of it. My life is happier and healthier than it has ever been. Still, I suffer little blips in my mental health that are very real and I’d like to attempt to shine some light on them here. 

My heart began to palpitate while I was eating lunch two weeks ago. I started the day innocently like most days begin before trouble starts. I thought nothing of it because I’ve dealt with little jumps in my heartbeat all my life. A perfectly normal occurrence, not to draw concern, unless you are like me. I didn’t think much of the palpitations until they happened again as I was lying in my bed that night. This time the palpitations were harder and faster- thump thump, thump, thump, thump thump thump- and they got my attention. I figured that whatever was causing them would clear away as I slept, so I tried to forget them and went to sleep. I woke up around 2 AM and felt the same weird thumps in my chest. Then I was certain, I was dying.  Continue reading “Panic #60”