Miss Judy Charters
Captain Judy Helmey
"Kicking Fish Tail Since 1956!"
124 Palmetto Drive
Savannah, Georgia 31410
912 897 4921 or 912 897 3460 fax
www.missjudycharters.com
August 13, 2007
Captain Judy's Saltwater Fishing Report
Which includes:
Inshore report, Offshore Report, Freshies Suggestions, and "Little Miss Judy's Believe It or Not!" (Story)
"Little Miss Judy Believe It or Not!"
"No Names Needed!"
Part One
This is a story that needs to be told, but unfortunately I can't publish any names. So therefore I will tell what really happen but won't offer up those involved. My father and his "fishing doctor friend" fished a lot. The "fishing doctor friend" was not only a friend, but also a good charter customer. In some case he would charter daddy's boat and other times he was asked as a guest! Whatever the case may be my father and his "fishing doctor friend" always caught fish. When they fished together they also drank a lot sometime for celebration and other times for naught!
There was this one time that they went trout fishing, started drinking early, got in a fight, and both of them fell out of the boat into the cold water. If a couple of fishermen hadn't happened by and helped them back into the boat I probably wouldn't be telling you this story. My father almost always fished out of his 30-foot boat. He didn't care whether it was inshore or offshore fishing. They went in the big boat. In this case probably a good thing! However, without help and while in the cold water they would have never made it back into the boat.
Then there was another time that they decided to go cobia fishing in Tybee Roads AKA Savannah River Channel. Back in the good old days, the channel markers that lined the shipping channel held the interest of some real big cobia. Once arriving they pulled out their newly painted wooden "Cisco Kids" and "a pitching at the buoy's they went." After several hours of some serious pitching, which led to a lot catching the old bottle was brought out. After a few drinks, the conversation went in different good and bad directions. When the two now drunken successful fishermen arrived safely back to the dock the fish were unloaded and taken to the hill. My father called our yard facing the creek "the hill!"
I will never forget as long as I live. My father and his "fishing doctor friend" started up a conversation that couldn't have ended in "no good way!" I heard some commotion outside and when I looked I saw early sixty-year-old grown men fighting with dead fish! They both were trying to stand while whaling on each other with the fish that they had just caught. Every time I think about this story I wished over again that I had taken a picture. After all I did get a picture of the fish, but didn't think about it after the actual dueling process began! I guess you could say, "I was too busy trying to break up this ridiculous fish fight with fish!"
Here's My Line Now Bite My Hook!
Captain Judy
"Fishing Physic!"