Sunday, August 11, 2013

My Brother Jim Is Not Likely To Be Excited About Winning Our Fantasy League Any More...

Holy. Tuna.

My brother has been fishing since we were little punks on the mean streets of McLean, VA.

This, was his finest hour.


He told me this weekend by text that his "share" of the boat's prize (each boat usually agrees to share in any prizes, since whomever is on the reel that might snag the winning fish is pure luck) is likely to come in north of $77,000.

Which, once you add up his lifetime of spinner-jigs, nightcrawlers, rowboat rentals, bobbers, floppy hats and what not.... I think he's about $28.16 in the red.

Way to go, bro! You. Da. Man!


This was video from my very LAST deep sea fishing trip ever. Too many waves. Too early to leave, too late to return. I'm a closer-to-shore guy. But I do know how to splice down an 8 hour suburned trip on a boat into 3.5 minutes.

Outer Banks Fishing - 2009 from Steve Czaban on Vimeo.


  1. LAST TRIP!??? After hauling in a load of fish like you did, I couldn't wait to get back out there! You could turn pro, or maybe just keep your amateur status and be like the Bobby Jones of fishing.

  2. I guess there's no A.L.E. theory out past the Gulf Stream.

  3. Apparently he knows enough about fishing to be dangerous....