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| Winter did not happen and the beginning of spring was record warm, but the temperature moderated somewhat during June. But you get a calm pattern and beating sunshine- notice the purple shading across the United States in picture one- and it will be hot. No hard S swell and S wind upwelling, it's just a direct scorching. |
Right now, or for the past week or so, the atmosphere has been in a pattern similar to the 1988 drought and heat wave- you know, when a big chunk of Yellowstone National Park was burned in a wildfire. It's very similar with general low pressure over the Pacific Northwest, central Canada, and eastern Canada and a clear area over the United States allowing the summer sun to cook the ground. There have already been records similar to the 1930s heat waves- and unlike the 1930s it is equally warm in northwest Canada. And the worst of the 1930s heat was in July, while this heat is earlier . . .
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| Hot and flat. |
. . . What that means locally, when you aren't aware of drought covering almost all of the country where food is grown, is that shark fishing conditions are looking pretty good. Hot without swell and it looks like the S wind won't get organized enough to make upwelling. The expected good weather and full moon on the 3rd coincide very nicely with the holiday on the 4th when people shoot off fireworks from China and celebrate their independence from a country whose language they speak. I'd like to celebrate by inviting the kings and queens of the sea to make an appearance for their equals here on this shore.
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| That's right- you guys and girls sit on top of each other on burning hot sand in 95F degree air diddling with your i-crap and I'll go up to the beach at night when it's cooler and lonely and catch some **** that would make the sand a little roomier the next day. Just a reminder of what it's like. |
Nick H is a real cool guy who passed on knowledge of beach shark fishing to me. He was real stoked one day because he knew it was going to happen that night. He and I took a walk up his beach entrance and overlooked a summer daytime beach scene quite similar to the one in the photograph above. 'I heard they got them in Brigantine up to 150lbs!' 'I heard they were in LBI, too!' 'Look at that dip over there, that's where we'll set up tonight' he explained. You would have had to say excuse me at least twelve times just to get to the water but that night it would only be his crew and our crew and bloody pieces of bait. He looked at me excited and said 'If they only knew'.
