Gone Fishin'

Yes, that is correct. I got OUT of the office and BACK to the beach. Sure it's freezing cold but it beats sitting and editing all day. So last week I took a few days to go visit my very sick buddy Kidney-Dave at his cottage on Long Beach Island. His grandpa built the place in the 30's and I've gone every Spring and Fall to help open and close it for over 20 years.


Dave caught more fish but I caught more waves (no photos).

The wind was blowing but not quite enough for me to get any great rides in on my saliboard (tho I did get munched by some good waves). The water made surfing painful (barely 50°) but the fishing was great. Both Dave and I scored our fair share of striped bass.

Dave's golden Tommy loves when we catch fish.


Here's Dave hooking up to his dialysis unit - fondly named "The Fax Machine". Every night he does this until he gets a transplant. Crazy. But at least he can take it with him.


Dave got himself an RV. Sorta. This stainless steel buggy can eliminate the need for tortuous walks to the beach dragging arm-fulls of gear. And this way we can keep the beer and bait separate!

Other than my quick departure from reality, we're moving ahead with new screenings on the East Coast and I'm trying to pull together the Australian tour.

Oh, and unfortunately when I checked in on the mice a day later, the mama and one baby were no where to be seen and there was half of a baby left. Not sure who ate the other half but it was very weird and I'm not afraid to say pretty creepy to see.

Stay tuned for more adventures!