Remember this picture?
Well, just in case you thought this device was all about aesthetics. Here's visual testament to it's efficacy:
Morgan's double header. Sadly, his home made snare was lost on the next cast.
Well, other than this I don't have a whole lot to report.
And yet... I went ahead and made another movie (only because I rediscovered a great song).
Honestly, I have been seeing a curious group of guys harvesting shrimp on our local beaches in the last few weeks, and since it was furlough Thursday, (yes, these furlough days keep piling up), I decided to go out and try my hand at shrimp farming. That's what I'm calling it. Sifting the waves for grass shrimp. I mean... why the hell not? So here's the 2 minute, cinematic result:
Warning: the discussion of fishing ends here.
Kid Creole And The Coconuts
I will go ahead and admit it. The sole motivation for the above video was my recent rediscovery of Kid Creole And The Coconuts. And more specifically their 1985 song: No Fish Today--which has been, for many years, a sort of personal anthem. This band is, or was, in our humble opinion one of the greatest things to come out of New York in the 1980s. An ironic, multi-ethnic, funky-tropical, big band. Sort of a Cab Calloway meets Carmen Miranda meets Prince at Perez Prado's bar-b-que type of thing. But that's just the beginning. The three sexy (and slightly bitchy) back up singers, the crazed side kick/vibraphonist (Coatimundi), the full horn section, and the Kid's dance moves and outrageous zoot suits, made them one of the greatest live bands of their era (no one who saw them in their prime would ever deny this).
Okay. That's a first. No other fishing blogger has ever mentioned Kid Creole And The Coconuts. Not the kind of thing you're like to read on Fishsniffer.
Anyway... from the land of musical non sequiturs, lunatic shrimp sifters, and improvised, recycled fishing tackle, this is Lombard Of The Intertidal... signing out.