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Idiot Sportsmen Chronicles

Meet The Idiot Sportsmen
The Early Years
The First Fishing Trips
Fish in the Boat--Finally
Chuck Gets a Boat
A Nest of Starlings and the Great Tuna Carnage

A Nest of Starlings and the Great Tuna Carnage

Over the years Mark has owned several boats, all of which, could they talk, would have numerous embarrassing stories to tell on him. A case in point: In preparation for a planned IS outing, Mark took his Grady-White out for a shakedown cruise with Chuck aboard. Unfortunately, the boat had been idle for a couple months and, in typical IS fashion, Mark had neglected to attend to normal maintenance during that time.

Everything went well until they were 15 miles out in the Atlantic from Lewes, Delaware where the Levy clan resides, at which time the engine suddenly choked to a halt. Lifting the cover, Mark discovered that Starlings had constructed an elaborate nest inside, and that by running the motor, he had now circulated all manner of feathers and nesting debris throughout his engine and carburetor.

Their trip back, at three miles an hour on the 15 HP kicker, was concluded with yet another ignominious entrance by Levy into Roosevelt Inlet. An onlooker at the dock was overhead saying, "Did you see Levy limping back in on his auxiliary again? That boy's got more hours on his kicker than he has on his Yamaha."

And so, while Mark's boat was in for some rather extensive repairs, the IS had to look elsewhere for their autumn fishing excursion. What they decided to go after was tuna. And tuna they got.

In a feeble effort to make up for his boneheadedness with the Starling's nest, Mark offered up his family's oceanfront vacation condo in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware as headquarters for the outing. The charter boat they chose was the Dollar Bill out of Ocean City, Maryland, just down the coast.



 
When they came back in that afternoon the IS fish count for the day was eight tuna in the 25 to 70 pound range and one 40 pound dolphin--the best day any of the captains at the dock had had in several weeks. God bless those starlings.
 

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