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Freezing cold and heavy snowfall. My feet were slowly going numb, and my fingers had long since turned blue with the cold. The old trick of plunging them into the freezing water to increase the circulation, and thus warm them up, had worked as usual, but the effects had long since worn off and I was really cold now. Neoprene gloves with fold back finger and thumb were little use, and so I removed them.Visibility was low because of the fairly dense snowfall, and the footing was treacherous over the rocks. Memories of my last fall in this spot on a day trip the previous year, when I crashed heavily onto a rock with my right knee, and had to more or less crawl to the car being unable to walk, came to mind, and made me even more careful than usual. Without the cushioning of the 5mm neoprene my kneecap would surely have been badly damaged, as it was it brought tears to my eyes, and my knee was swollen and all the colours of the rainbow for weeks. Digging my ski pole in carefully at every step I kept moving, staying at the waters edge, and only wading when absolutely necessary, to negotiate large boulders and the like. falling into this water would likely prove fatal very quickly, should I be stupid or careless enough to do so. The wind had dropped somewhat, to about a howling gale, and the rapidly swirling snow flakes stuck to my clothing and covered my head and shoulders, freezing to my spectacles and forcing me to shake my head occasionally to stop too large a build-up. Clammy cold damp reached through my neoprenes and made me shiver occasionally. Very heavy overcast coupled with the snowstorm had turned the day very dark. I had started to fish just before dawn, and had made my way slowly along three miles or so of the rocky coastline stopping to cast every ten feet or so, using main force to try and reach out as far as possible into the murk, lingering a little longer at some places which had proved successful in the past. Result ? nothing. Checking the watch on the lanyard in my top pocket, told me it was eleven thirty, and I had told my wife I would probably be back to the chalet for lunch, she had declined to accompany me, and decided to stay in the chalet with a good book instead. Sensible person my wife. Just another hundred meters or so I thought, and then I will turn for home, the group of large rocks at the headland is usually the best place anyway, as the sea-bed dips away into a deep channel quite close to shore. Takes come as the fly comes up over the lip of the channel where a large band of weed lines the shore, mostly cod, but occasionally a good seatrout, the lip of the channel is only about sixty feet from shore, and a good flat powerful cast should reach it, even in this wind. Overwintering seatrout are often large, in excellent condition, and sometimes fight like fury, many maintain they taste better than any other fish bar none. Largish cod are not to be sniffed at either though, they fight much more doggedly than a seatrout, but are still exciting, and a five or even ten pounder on light gear is an experience not soon forgotten. Several such fish had fallen to my rod at this spot the previous year under similar conditions. Conventional gear was useless, and I had long since taken the fly reel and line off the rod, in fact within the first twenty minutes, and was using a casting float and fixed spool reel. Even with this rig it was hardly possible to cast more than fifty feet or so into the teeth of the wind. A slow sinking sliding float of thirty grams, a nine foot leader, and a shrimp fly had brought nothing as yet, not as much as a nibble. I decided to change flies, and put on a much darker version of the shrimp fly, with a touch of red in the tail. The normally peaceful Baltic was crashing into the shore with unusual force, white horses whirling and dancing on the wave tops as far as it was possible to see, and although the water cleared quickly after every breaker, allowing one to see the bottom fairly well close in, I fancied something with a darker silhouette might do the trick, although my hopes of catching anything at all had diminished considerably. As usual I dangled the fly in the water in front of me, waiting for a break in the surf, allowing the float to settle slowly and then moving it to check the action of the fly more or less at my feet. A small crab appeared as if from nowhere on the blank patch of sand,and seemed to want to grab the fly, scuttling after it and attempting to settle on it, and fascinated by this, I pulled the fly along slowly, just to see if the crab would be able to grab it. Intent on this, I failed to notice the next breaker coming in and temporarily lost sight of the crab and fly, as the breaker stirred up sand colouring the water. A sudden jerk and my float shooting away along the shore at a rate of knots very nearly frightened me to death, the rod was almost jerked from my hand, and the drag on my reel started to whine unpleasantly, and I was absolutely flabbergasted. I did not strike or anything at all, in fact for quite a while I just stood there with the rod pointing straight along the shore, while the line cut into my index finger almost to the bone and the drag continued to whine. After what seemed like an age I finally had enough presence of mind to take my finger away from the line, and hit the fighting drag lever on the reel, the drag which was giving off what I hoped was just steam, slowed to a rather more leisurely rate, and eventually stopped. Everything went slack, and rather annoyed with myself. but still more surprised than anything else, I started to reel in. Must have been one hell of a fish that, I thought, reeling in at moderate speed, you bloody idiot, fancy losing a fish like that, I cursed myself, and then everything went tight again ! Bloody hell, hung up as well ! Then the "snag" started moving again. After about ten minutes of pumping, a few peculiarly powerful long, and some short dogged runs, which were most unlike any fight I had experienced before, and during which all sorts of ideas of monster seatrout and salmon went through my mind, and more pumping, I finally saw the fish, a large cod foul hooked in the dorsal fin ! Too large to risk beaching it, I unslung my net and landed it knee deep in the surf, in considerable danger of being swept off my feet by the breakers. I despatched the fish, which coughed up a fair number of small crabs, and after weighing it laid it on a large rock behind me. Just over eleven pounds showed on my scale which is fairly accurate. Oh well, I thought, not exactly the fine English art of fly angling, but a nice fish anyway, and inspected my leader and fly for signs of chafing or other damage. Getting ready for another Herculean cast into the teeth of the wind, I suddenly thought better of it, and just swung the float and fly about ten feet from shore, letting the fly be pulled along by the float and tumbling in the surf. Bang ! it had not gone three yards when the float shot away again, and after a much shorter battle a nice plump six pound cod joined its mate on the rock behind me. Six casts and six fish followed in fairly quick succession. Sweating now, all thoughts of cold forgotten, I decided on "just one more cast" before packing up. I had over forty pounds of fish to clean and pack back to the chalet, and that was more than enough for our freezer requirements for this year. The sky had lightened up somewhat, and the snow had stopped falling, visibility was steadily increasing, and although the wind had dropped somewhat the spray was still lashing in with force, occasionally giving me a good soaking, my face was numb, and all attempts to dry my hands on the towel from my bag failed miserably as it was already soaking wet. Plunging my hands into the icy water one more time, and hoping for the best, I changed my chafed leader with no little difficulty, tied on a new fly of the same type and size, a rather brown "Baltic woolly", with a touch of red in the tail, a type of woolly bugger which is a very good shrimp imitation, and might just conceivably be mistaken for a crab, and decided to try reaching the lip of the channel. A forceful whirling side cast using all the power of the thirteen foot one and a half pound test carp rod, keeping the trajectory as flat as possible, ended abruptly, as the float struck the water about thirty feet out, my numb fingers had caused me to mistimed the release. Relatively slight tangles formed as the wind caught the line and blew it off the reel spool. This was soon sorted and I took up tension on the line prior to retrieving fairly fast for another try. Wham ! an almighty jerk on the end of the line bent the rod well over, and the drag started whining immediately as the fish headed straight for the deep water channel. Just as well, if it dived for the weeds it would be gone. This was no foul hooked cod, but obviously a decent seatrout, and as if to confirm my observations it leapt from the water about a hundred feet away, coming down with a large splash which could be heard even over the sound of wind and waves. A very nice fish indeed, which must be kept out of the weeds at all costs. I loosened the drag lever somewhat, seatrout often come off if forced too hard, and settled down to the fight. Several long screaming runs followed by spectacular leaps followed, with the fish coming ever closer to the weed bank lining the shore. The trick at this location is to tire the fish out as much as possible in the clear water beyond the weed banks, before bringing it in. This is however often much easier said than done. This was a very powerful fish, and was still showing little sign of tiring, I loosened the drag a little more, hoping that the hookhold would not fail due to the prolonged fight, and awaited developments. Several more runs and leaps followed.and then head shaking and short deep bursts of speed toward the bottom … read more »
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Mike, you are clearly an ignoramus when it comes to cod. Cod fillet (those gorgeous, toothsome white flakes) battered and deep fried in beef dripping, with chips, is one of the great Epicurean experiences of the world. It is a meal redolent of the the cool open air after the cinema or pub. It evokes memories of young love; of soft-sweatered pulchritude and youthful vigour. Ah, the smell of it; the tang of malt vinegar and coarse salt…
Stop it, you’re making me hungry! I knew that cod tasted good. I knew that the flesh was white and flaky. I just thought that they were a little ugly and lived in deep and really cold water. (I mean, you have to admit that they don’t have the sleek predatory good looks of a spotted bass, or the colors of a spawning rainbow, and I didn’t think fish were supposed to have beards…) Besides, the inland US doesn’t have much cod, but have you ever hooked into a bigmouth bass? That’s a ride you won’t soon forget. "My father said to be strong, ‘that a good man could never do wrong’ in a dream I had last night in America" -Los Lobos
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Stop it Tony, you unleash guttural powers you don’t want to know about. Is it hereby concluded that you’ll take care of lunch at the Flyfair? Drooling on my keyboard, Herman Mike, you are clearly an ignoramus when it comes to cod. Cod fillet (those gorgeous, toothsome white flakes) battered and deep fried in beef dripping, with chips, is one of the great Epicurean experiences of the world. It is a meal redolent of the the cool open air after the cinema or pub. It evokes memories of young love; of soft-sweatered pulchritude and youthful vigour. Ah, the smell of it; the tang of malt vinegar and coarse salt… Suggest you read: ‘Cod – The Biography of the Fish that Changed the World’, by Mark Kurlansky and published (1997) in the US by Walker Publishing Co. Inc. ISBN 0-224-05104-0. It’s a very interesting book, though perhaps a rather surprising ‘best seller’. Tight Lines, Tony Deacon
– Cheers, Herman Herman Nijland Daytime webmaster Lifetime flyfisher
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Stop it Tony, you unleash guttural powers you don’t want to know about. Is it hereby concluded that you’ll take care of lunch at the Flyfair? Drooling on my keyboard, Herman
I’ll stand you and Mike Connor a lunch Herman, but sadly I don’t think it will be cod. My car is only a little one and I fear my other passengers might object if I came over loaded up with cod, potatoes and deep fryer, etc.! By a strange coincidence, they were talking about cod on BBC Radio 4 today. The price has rocketed as stocks have declined. There was even an interview with Mark Kurlansky (who wrote the book) over in New York. We are very lucky as we have an excellent fish n’ chip shop in Tunbridge Wells, our nearest big town. It regularly wins the prize for the best in the south east of England. My wife just e-mailed to ask: ‘What’s for dinner tonight?’ Problem solved! I’m looking forward to Fly Fair. Tight Lines, Tony Deacon
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Herman’s post on Cod is a new one for me. How about in the US, on the Pacific Coast, are folks fishing the shallows at nite for young Cod? Id like to try that. Anyone know more per the PNW coast? Dave
There’s a fish they catch here in Northern California (not on the fly) called a "ling cod". It’s about the scariest looking thing I’ve ever seen. — visit my web site: http://home.earthlink.net/~royalwulff/ something bogus to avoid spam)
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There’s a fish they catch here in Northern California (not on the fly) called a "ling cod". It’s about the scariest looking thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s related to the scorpionfishes and rock cod. Like the rock cod, the ling is not a cod. If I remember correctly it doesn’t suffer from decompression as you haul it up from the depths of the ocean. It fights you all the way. Cab grow to 5 feet. http://www.psmfc.org/habitat/edu_lingcod_fact.html Mu
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By "Cod," do you mean _Gadus morhua_? Big ugly thing with pasty white flesh and three dorsal fins? I always thought that they were a fish for deep and frigid water, but it wouldn’t be the first time today that I was wrong about something.
Mike, you are clearly an ignoramus when it comes to cod. Cod fillet (those gorgeous, toothsome white flakes) battered and deep fried in beef dripping, with chips, is one of the great Epicurean experiences of the world. It is a meal redolent of the the cool open air after the cinema or pub. It evokes memories of young love; of soft-sweatered pulchritude and youthful vigour. Ah, the smell of it; the tang of malt vinegar and coarse salt… Suggest you read: ‘Cod – The Biography of the Fish that Changed the World’, by Mark Kurlansky and published (1997) in the US by Walker Publishing Co. Inc. ISBN 0-224-05104-0. It’s a very interesting book, though perhaps a rather surprising ‘best seller’. Tight Lines, Tony Deacon
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[snipped excellent report] … Brrrr … Thanks, Steve — "Experience must be the teacher in this game – not only your own but the other man’s" – Dick Wigram http://www.csse.monash.edu.au/SIEACCIDENTALLYSPLATTEREDBACKONEDAY
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Mike, I’ll call/mail you as soon as I can arrange some days off! And, judging from your post, I’ll pack my old carp rod as well.. Cheers, Herman – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I go fairly regularly Herman, any time you fancy a trip ( couple of days if you like ), just drop me a mail and we can arrange it. I can be at a number of good places on the Danish coast within three hours from where I live, so can also do day-trips etc without any problem. At this time of year, and earlier, a good seatrout is not a common occurrence, but it does happen. Cod are mostly caught, depending on weather etc, some big ones. The herring will be in soon, and both cod and seatrout hunt these shoals, and you can have excellent sport then. You can catch plenty of herring on the fly as well if you are so inclined. The trip report is perfectly true by the way, but I must admit that it was my best trip this year. I caught quite a lot less on other trips, in fact actually blanking once, and though this is rare, it does happen. I know a few people who have fished for two years or more without catching one single seatrout. I must be lucky, I have caught quite a few, some large ones as well. TL MC — "In order to achieve what is possible, one must constantly attempt the impossible" http://www.mikeconnor.de An even bigger wonder is that one doesn’t even care any more. True or
– Cheers, Herman Herman Nijland Daytime webmaster Lifetime flyfisher
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Cod are mostly caught, depending on weather etc, some big ones.
By "Cod," do you mean _Gadus morhua_? Big ugly thing with pasty white flesh and three dorsal fins? I always thought that they were a fish for deep and frigid water, but it wouldn’t be the first time today that I was wrong about something. "My father said to be strong, ‘that a good man could never do wrong’ in a dream I had last night in America" -Los Lobos
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Not sure about the latin, but big, ugly and, don’t forget, _tasty_ sort of describes it. The big boys and girls are normally caught in deep water, but the kids play and hunt in the shallows, especially at night. Feeding on shrimps, crabs and other edible critters, they can turn an otherwise fishless seatrout fishing night into a ball. Those kids are already big strong fish, by the way.. and did I mention _very_ good to eat yet? <g Herman By "Cod," do you mean _Gadus morhua_? Big ugly thing with pasty white flesh and three dorsal fins? I always thought that they were a fish for deep and frigid water, but it wouldn’t be the first time today that I was wrong about something. "My father said to be strong, ‘that a good man could never do wrong’ in a dream I had last night in America" -Los Lobos
– Cheers, Herman Herman Nijland Daytime webmaster Lifetime flyfisher
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Herman’s post on Cod is a new one for me. How about in the US, on the Pacific Coast, are folks fishing the shallows at nite for young Cod? Id like to try that. Anyone know more per the PNW coast? Dave – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Not sure about the latin, but big, ugly and, don’t forget, _tasty_ sort of describes it. The big boys and girls are normally caught in deep water, but the kids play and hunt in the shallows, especially at night. Feeding on shrimps, crabs and other edible critters, they can turn an otherwise fishless seatrout fishing night into a ball. Those kids are already big strong fish, by the way.. and did I mention _very_ good to eat yet? <g Herman By "Cod," do you mean _Gadus morhua_? Big ugly thing with pasty white flesh and three dorsal fins? I always thought that they were a fish for deep and frigid water, but it wouldn’t be the first time today that I was wrong about something. "My father said to be strong, ‘that a good man could never do wrong’ in a dream I had last night in America" -Los Lobos — Cheers, Herman Herman Nijland Daytime webmaster Lifetime flyfisher
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Correct. In the Baltic and some other places ( English North sea and similar), these fish come in close to forage, especially on crustaceans and herring. Fairly large fish may be caught in relatively shallow water. They will even "rise" to flies fished on the surface,especially at twilight, at night , or on heavily overcast days. My best fish to date from the shore was thirty one pounds, but I got that one on a pirk, not on a fly. My best fly caught fish was about twenty pounds, but I don’t know exactly as it was not weighed. These fish are game fighters, excellent to eat, (especially smoked with my secret recipe ! ), and although completely unlike trout can be very attractive indeed. Their markings and behaviour depend to a considerable extent on the areas they frequent. TL MC — "In order to achieve what is possible, one must constantly attempt the impossible" http://www.mikeconnor.de
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Looking forward to hearing from you Herman. You can stay at my place no problem. Definitely bring the carp rod. I have enough other gear for you to use if you need anything else. TL MC — "In order to achieve what is possible, one must constantly attempt the impossible" http://www.mikeconnor.de
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Not sure about the latin, but big, ugly and, don’t forget, _tasty_ sort of describes it.
Flaky white flesh, pretty durned good smoked? That’s the very one. Cod are definitely yummy. If only there were enough that they weren’t a special order here. The closest that we have in the inland US are Burbot, and they’re just not the same. Of course, we do have the various black basses, so we’re all happy 
"My father said to be strong, ‘that a good man could never do wrong’ in a dream I had last night in America" -Los Lobos
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Freezing cold and heavy snowfall. My feet were slowly going numb, and my fingers had long since turned blue with the cold. The old trick of plunging them into the freezing water to increase the circulation, and thus warm them up, had worked as usual, but the effects had long since worn off and I was really cold now. Neoprene gloves with fold back finger and thumb were little use, and so I removed them.Visibility was low because of the fairly dense snowfall, and the footing was treacherous over the rocks.
(great report snipped) the wonder of very well written prose is that one has substantial difficulty in separating truth from fiction. well done, pommy. wayno
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An even bigger wonder is that one doesn’t even care any more. True or not (possibly true, the weather description was familiar!), thanks Mike! I’m quite sure the temperature dropped five degress while I was reading this report. Next time when you go, could you make some room for a Dutchman? I can take my own rum.. Cheers, Herman (great report snipped, indeed!) the wonder of very well written prose is that one has substantial difficulty in separating truth from fiction. well done, pommy. wayno
– Cheers, Herman Herman Nijland Daytime webmaster Lifetime flyfisher
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I go fairly regularly Herman, any time you fancy a trip ( couple of days if you like ), just drop me a mail and we can arrange it. I can be at a number of good places on the Danish coast within three hours from where I live, so can also do day-trips etc without any problem. At this time of year, and earlier, a good seatrout is not a common occurrence, but it does happen. Cod are mostly caught, depending on weather etc, some big ones. The herring will be in soon, and both cod and seatrout hunt these shoals, and you can have excellent sport then. You can catch plenty of herring on the fly as well if you are so inclined. The trip report is perfectly true by the way, but I must admit that it was my best trip this year. I caught quite a lot less on other trips, in fact actually blanking once, and though this is rare, it does happen. I know a few people who have fished for two years or more without catching one single seatrout. I must be lucky, I have caught quite a few, some large ones as well. TL MC — "In order to achieve what is possible, one must constantly attempt the impossible" http://www.mikeconnor.de
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Has anyone used the commercially available tents that are designed to be used in a pick-up truck bed. What do you think of them? Anyone know where they are available? Better yet has anyone built one and have any tips for me? Thanks — Tim’s Coastal Georgia Fishing Page http://www.geocities.com/Yosemite/Trails/1000/
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Tim, Check out http://www.ewalker.com/adgear/tentspec.htm It has an image of and info about a truck tent. I purchased the tent (from CAMPMOR) for use with my GMC Sonoma and have been very pleased with it. It is not the highest quality tent available but is quite servicable and I like the durable woven polyethylene floor. The compact truck bed is a bit tight but quite usable–I imagine a full-size truck would make for a very spacious tent. I like being able to camp just about anywhere and not being on the ground. The tailgate ends up being a nice platform for cooking and/or dirty boot storage etc. Tom Has anyone used the commercially available tents that are designed to be used in a pick-up truck bed. What do you think of them? Anyone know where they are available? Better yet has anyone built one and have any tips for me? Thanks — Tim’s Coastal Georgia Fishing Page http://www.geocities.com/Yosemite/Trails/1000/
– University of Iowa Central Microscopy Research Facility http://www.uiowa.edu/~cemrf Views expressed are mine.
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They are available in camping word’s catalog and I believe that they are in Camphor’s too. Look nice enough I guess. Have no Idea how they perform.
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Thanks Tom, That is what I was looking for. I have a full size Dodge with an 8 foot bed, should be big enough even though I am 6 foot 2. What type of headroom does yours provide? Enough room for a couple of people? Do you have any problem with rain getting into the bed or does the rain fly extend over the sides of the bed all the way around. Thanks for the help, Tim – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Tim, Check out http://www.ewalker.com/adgear/tentspec.htm It has an image of and info about a truck tent. I purchased the tent (from CAMPMOR) for use with my GMC Sonoma and have been very pleased with it. It is not the highest quality tent available but is quite servicable and I like the durable woven polyethylene floor. The compact truck bed is a bit tight but quite usable–I imagine a full-size truck would make for a very spacious tent. I like being able to camp just about anywhere and not being on the ground. The tailgate ends up being a nice platform for cooking and/or dirty boot storage etc. Tom Has anyone used the commercially available tents that are designed to be used in a pick-up truck bed. What do you think of them? Anyone know where they are available? Better yet has anyone built one and have any tips for me? Thanks — Tim’s Coastal Georgia Fishing Page http://www.geocities.com/Yosemite/Trails/1000/ — University of Iowa Central Microscopy Research Facility http://www.uiowa.edu/~cemrf Views expressed are mine.
– Tim’s Coastal Georgia Fishing Page http://www.geocities.com/Yosemite/Trails/1000/
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Has anyone used the commercially available tents that are designed to be used in a pick-up truck bed. What do you think of them? Anyone know where they are available? Better yet has anyone built one and have any tips for me? Thanks
The truck tents are available at Campmor in Paramus NJ. Try http://www.campmor.com We bought a Flip-Pak camper top (available thru Six-Pak dealers) for our full-size Chev PU this summer and have been very happy with it. It is a bed-mounted shell, slightly higher than the cab & weighs but 280 pounds. It looks like a "standard" shell on the road, but in camp the top of the shell opens up, folding forward over the cab, forming a full-size double bed. The whole thing is covered by a tent giving full headroom over the bed of the truck and sitting headroom over the cab-over bed. The whole thing can be set up or down in about 30 seconds.. it’s very easy. We carry all our gear in the bed of the truck, packed in plastic storage boxes. Works great. You can carry a small boat on the top of the shell if you want. The tent is not the greatest in really wet weather, but you can buy an optional "storm cover" to solve those problems. Good luck . . . Kurt
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Has anyone used the commercially available tents that are designed to be used in a pick-up truck bed. What do you think of them? Anyone know where they are available? Better yet has anyone built one and have any tips for me? Thanks
I saw a tent that set up on the ground but connected to the back of the truck. The guy that had it said you you could get it to fit pick-ups with cab tops, vans, or station wagons. I liked his because he had put a low profile A/C unit on his cab top and had a couple of pullout storage boxes that doubled as a table. He had more room in this thing than my pop-up.
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Has anyone used the commercially available tents that are designed to be used in a pick-up truck bed. What do you think of them? Anyone know where they are available? Better yet has anyone built one and have any tips for me? Thanks I saw a tent that set up on the ground but connected to the back of the truck. The guy that had it said you you could get it to fit pick-ups with cab tops, vans, or station wagons. I liked his because he had put a low profile A/C unit on his cab top and had a couple of pullout storage boxes that doubled as a table. He had more room in this thing than my pop-up.
Thanks, never seen one of those before. I think I am going to go with the Sprortz Tent though. — Tim’s Coastal Georgia Fishing Page http://www.geocities.com/Yosemite/Trails/1000/
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I’ve never used one, but I’ve seen them sold at Campmor – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Has anyone used the commercially available tents that are designed to be used in a pick-up truck bed. What do you think of them? Anyone know where they are available? Better yet has anyone built one and have any tips for me? Thanks I saw a tent that set up on the ground but connected to the back of the truck. The guy that had it said you you could get it to fit pick-ups with cab tops, vans, or station wagons. I liked his because he had put a low profile A/C unit on his cab top and had a couple of pullout storage boxes that doubled as a table. He had more room in this thing than my pop-up.
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Thanks, ordered one from Redhead. — Tim’s Coastal Georgia Fishing Page http://www.geocities.com/Yosemite/Trails/1000/
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I’ve got a few BIG deceivers that I’ve used for yellowtail, baracuda and bonita off boats out of southern CA & baja Mexico. I also have an assortment of jigs & plugs for my spinning & casting tackle. Most of this is your typical heavy lead jigs and lipped diving plugs like "Cisco Kid". I’ve got a Sage 890RPL. I use an 8wt Bass Bug Taper line on it. The reel is a Lamson 3. There’s about 100 yds of backing. I’ll also be taking a 7 1/2′ spinning rod with 200+ yds of 17lb mono. I haven’t booked a room yet, but I’m sure we’ll be staying beachfront. So here come the questions: 1) Where to fish 2) What to fish with, epecially inshore in the surf or around jetties/piers/bridges. I am no longer into chucking a hunk of squid or shrimp out and seeing what happens. I don’t need to use fly tackle exclusively, but that would be nice. 3) Any advice along the lines of how to spend the 1/2 day fishing trip. Open to almost anything. and 4) What kind of things other than the beach and pool are there to do for the family. *** THANKS IN ADVANCE! *** -Mark- , O .:/ Mark Devino ,,///;, ,;/ Sr. Recruiter o o:::::::;;/// APPLIED DATA SYSTEMS . ::::::::;;\ St. Louis/St. Charles, Missouri ‘; "I fish, therefore I lie"