by Bonnie Tardella
Slip a Dramamine down your throat
Tuck a flask inside your coat
Hop aboard that party boat
TONIGHT’S THE NIGHT FOR MONSTER BLUES!
The moon is full; it gilds the swells
The air is filled with ocean smells
An unnamed inner source foretells
TONIGHT IS RIGHT FOR MONSTER BLUES!
The diesel engines slowly stop
We watch the mammoth anchor drop
It’s time to reap our scaly crop
TONIGHT WE’LL SIGHT THOSE MONSTER BLUES!
The sea mist beads the steel hand rail
We set each rod with cold lead drail
Our line is strong; it will not fail
TONIGHT WE’LL FIGHT THOSE MONSTER BLUES!
The first fish hits! I bring him in;
But soon I spot his dogfish grin
An ugly brute from fin to fin
WITH HALF THE MIGHT OF MONSTER BLUES.
One hour is gone; it’s growing late
It seems I just keep losing bait
So how much longer must I wait?
TONIGHT YOU’LL BITE-YOU MONSTER BLUES!
…Three hours and seven huge bluefish later….
Oh, how my untrained muscles ache
Just how much pain can one gal take?
I’ve reeled and cranked; I need a break!
‘TWAS QUITE A NIGHT FOR MONSTER BLUES!
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Note: On that magnificent Halloween night in 1980 we were blessed with a full moon, flat seas, and temperatures in the 60’s–perfect conditions for autumn ocean fishing. My smallest bluefish was 17 pounds, and the largest weighed in at 22+ pounds. My husband, Sal Tardella, and I were aboard the Viking Starship out of Montauk NY.
It was truly a night to remember.