Don't we need a Jolly Rogers post in here? Holy Spearit?

AJs fixing his hair..
Give him a minute...
when I heard D4b was gone, I was in shock...

Armando is at sea on the JR2 and Ben is out of the country.

In addition to deleting the single post thread that I did in the General Spearfishing forum this morning, it appears that Tony deleted Armando's ENTIRE Everything That You Need to Know About the JR2 THREAD including the open dates and spots. AJ is going to be PISSED when he gets back! The JR2 is SB sponsor of God's sake! Tony is such a tool. :(

That's the new world order over in Tonyland.

Screw the PAYING sponsors.

How does one plan on filling a prize table with that kind of behavior? Hell, he's going to need to go to the labor pool just to get enough "volunteers" for the next SBO.

That's the new world order over in Tonyland.

Screw the PAYING sponsors.

How does one plan on filling a prize table with that kind of behavior? Hell, he's going to need to go to the labor pool just to get enough "volunteers" for the next SBO.


I very seriously doubt he will be able to pull of another SBO anywhere near what they have been in the past.

He will probably end up moving it over to the east coast, so the cones like pargo, stringer and jfjf can shoot it, it will also save the guys who go to cay sal some time, as they won't have to drive over to this coast.

Holy shit :eek: Burning PAYING sponsors now?

ScottL......better watch what you say over there.

Hell, he's going to need to go to the labor pool just to get enough "volunteers" for the next SBO.

For sure.
I am looking around and I see ALL of the help/volunteers on this site.




Dago.

Holy shit :eek: Burning PAYING sponsors now?

He doesn't bother publishing his quarterly magazine on schedule, even though he sells subscriptions, why should he treat other people who pay him any different?

He doesn't bother publishing his quarterly magazine on schedule, even though he sells subscriptions, why should he treat other people who pay him any different?

All valid points!!

He doesn't bother publishing his quarterly magazine on schedule, even though he sells subscriptions, why should he treat other people who pay him any different?


speaking of that i never got my mags at my new address even when i called and changed it with him. but of course i got the 5 inch thick envelope full of crap for the sbo. and just the other day a letter saying i needed to renew. i was like holy shit i haven't got a mag in 6 months yet you can find me for more money:eek:

speaking of that i never got my mags at my new address even when i called and changed it with him. but of course i got the 5 inch thick envelope full of crap for the sbo. and just the other day a letter saying i needed to renew. i was like holy shit i haven't got a mag in 6 months yet you can find me for more money:eek:

I am sure you got the sales flyer's from Divers Direct from when he gave them the names and addresses of everyone in the SBO.

I just can't see the SBO being what it was again. Especially with The Wizard of Oz gutting his own sponsor base, and losing 50% of his participants in less than 48 hours:D Dipshit.

speaking of that i never got my mags at my new address even when i called and changed it with him. but of course i got the 5 inch thick envelope full of crap for the sbo. and just the other day a letter saying i needed to renew. i was like holy shit i haven't got a mag in 6 months yet you can find me for more money:eek:

Well, I do not subscribe, but IMHO, you guys that do need to send a statement by sending him an email and cancel your subscriptions.

Also, what do the sponsors who were promised advertising space in a magazine four times a year think when it is the end of July and their has been exactly one magazine this entire year??

Whose turn is it to be Spearfishing mag's spearo of the year? I think Sheri is back up in the que.

Shitting on a sponsor - amazing. What goes through that guy's head?!?

well i didn't renew that is for sure. i was not to impressed with 12 pages of a 24 page mag being about the sbo. whether it was last years pics, 800 Lb gorilla references etc. then like 1 page for all other tourny's.

Also, what do the sponsors who were promised advertising space in a magazine four times a year think when it is the end of July and their has been exactly one magazine this entire year??
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I know of one Leaderboard sponsor who asked a couple times about the Mag ad that he had a production team create. He has yet to see it in print after giving us some pretty cool toys to play with.

I know of one Leaderboard sponsor who asked a couple times about the Mag ad that he had a production team create. He has yet to see it in print after giving us some pretty cool toys to play with.

And the castle slowly crumbles..........

And the castle slowly crumbles..........

Who said anything about slowly????

Is it just me or did the monkey porn thing go poof?

Is it just me or did the monkey porn thing go poof?

Yeah, Inlet is up to something. This should be good.

Good points! The offers for help for SBO 2008 coming in have been astounding should I need it. It will probably be the biggest tournament in the universe, I hope. I have been working on it already. But for right now, I am sticking with the great guys at Team Spearboard who want to help. You are right - we should just try to ignore the departed and go spear some fish!


from tony

.....But for right now, I am sticking with the great guys at Team Spearboard who want to help.


from tony


Ohhh is he in for a surprise.........

I am sure you got the sales flyer's from Divers Direct from when he gave them the names and addresses of everyone in the SBO.

GAVE? You think he just GAVE them the names and addresses? GAVE? Like, for FREE?!!?!

Looks like he put the thread back up yesterday after editing AJ's last post and then he locked it down.

That sucks. Probably the person that dives more and has more spearfishing knowledge than anyone else on that board, not to mention the forum admin, and a contributing sponsor at that. What a tool...

That sucks. Probably the person that dives more and has more spearfishing knowledge than anyone else on that board

Let's not go that far ;). Someone actually had to mention that I was the driving force with the JR2's sponsorhip (every year sincethe SBO's inception) before I even realized it. Shit I am a sponsor! I don't feel bad taking credit for Depth Perception Center's sponsorship as the great folks over there who have also sponsored every SBO have done so for the most part because of me. So that's $1000 worth of sponsorship every year in addition to me setting up the fish donation setup with the Second Harvest Food Bank at the past two SBO's.

What does that get me? At this point the only thing I can do on the other website is reply to an existing post.......no PM's, cannot start a thread, cannot edit, and no access to the FRA private forum despite being involved heavily in doing all I can for spearfishing advocacy.

I hope the people over there come to their senses and realize that the actions recently taken have profoundly fractured the spearfishing community. Hopefully not to the point that it weakens us to not be able to effectively fight the upcoming battles for the right to go spearfishing. Time will tell.....

We were in the MG this weekend, but really didn't take any pictures because I didn't know if I was going to post a trip report. Just as well because was as fishless out there as I have ever seen it. The algae that is covering up big sections in the north seems like it is creeping further south. We limited on red grouper (no big deal these days), shot some big female hogs, and got our usual mangos, but every gag and red snapper (which we also limited out on VERY easily.......the fishery is in huge trouble you know :rolleyes::rolleyes:) we shot either on the way out or way in. Amberjack were nowhere to be found.

I did get eye slimed BAD by a toadfish on Saturday night. I was trying to shake the f*cker off my line with a de-hooker when it starting thrashing and sent a glob of slime right into my left eyeball. My whole eye socket instantly went numb like it had been injected with Novocaine. After about fifteen minutes my eye started stinging bad and watering like a freaking soaker hose for the next four hours. Luckily I woke up the next morning with just blurry vision that resolved itself by the end of the day. My new life's mission? To exterminate the planet of all toadfish!

We were in the MG this weekend, but really didn't take any pictures because I didn't know if I was going to post a trip report. Just as well because was as fishless out there as I have ever seen it. The algae that is covering up big sections in the north seems like it is creeping further south. We limited on red grouper (no big deal these days), shot some big female hogs, and got our usual mangos, but every gag and red snapper (which we also limited out on VERY easily.......the fishery is in huge trouble you know :rolleyes::rolleyes:) we shot either on the way out or way in. Amberjack were nowhere to be found.

I did get eye slimed BAD by a toadfish on Saturday night. I was trying to shake the f*cker off my line with a de-hooker when it starting thrashing and sent a glob of slime right into my left eyeball. My whole eye socket instantly went numb like it had been injected with Novocaine. After about fifteen minutes my eye started stinging bad and watering like a freaking soaker hose for the next four hours. Luckily I woke up the next morning with just blurry vision that resolved itself by the end of the day. My new life's mission? To exterminate the planet of all toadfish!


How was the Vis AJ? It was wildly fluctuating from 3'-30' feet last week in the area we were hunting.

I hope I can go. I am really wanting to go.

Ok I'll say it..It must be hair dye ....Whatta BOZO
Luv that culla...:rofl:

Does this mean that AJ's famous tome on the effects of chugging a bottle of "Smack My Ass and Call Me Sally" hot sauce is gone forever? American literature may never recover!

Even Hillary and Chenney would agree that's just wrong.

Does this mean that AJ's famous tome on the effects of chugging a bottle of "Smack My Ass and Call Me Sally" hot sauce is gone forever? American literature may never recover!

Even Hillary and Chenney would agree that's just wrong.

Never fear....here it is...



Sit back for a tale of misery and woe in the tradition of the greatest of Shakespearean tragedies.

Last night I went to a bachelor party for one of my fraternity brothers from college. While the details of the gallons of beer, pimped out party bus, dozens of shots of liquor, a severely sprained ankle, as well as the endless procession of strippers (who are only trying to pay their way through medical school from what I could gather) are unimportant for purposes of this story, one incident is imperative to note. Several triple deuce funnels (this is malt liquor through a beer funnel), Cuervo, and Three Wiseman (an evil concoction of Jagermesiter, Rumpelmintz, and 151 rum) shots deep into the night I somehow ended up chugging an entire bottle of Smack My Ass And Call Me Sally hot sauce. Perhaps it was the rekindled spirit of past fraternity hijinks, or the fact that Jackass The Movie was playing on the bus that made me gargle the habanero infusion with such glee. Pay careful attention to this as it foreshadows the horrors to come.

I awoke this morning oddly refreshed after only two hours of sleep, invigorated if you will, with none of the ill feelings associated with the type of hangover that feels like a team of gnomes is doing road construction on the inside wall of your skull. After seeing that my ankle was the size of a ham hock in a lovely shade of eggplant purple I decided to go to the emergency room. Two hours later X-rays revealed only a severe sprain, and no broken metatasals. This equals no cast which in turn equals that I'm going diving the next weekend even if they have to duct tape my legs together in full sea mammal mono-fin type fashion. Still feeling fantastic, I stopped at the local Chinese restaurant on the way home for some takeout General Tsao chicken (spicy!).

While in the dining room of my Lutz chalet, the hammer dropped hard on my world after the second bite of the savory General Tsao. A low rumble suddenly eminated from deep within the core of my bowels, like distant thunder at night. My intestines whipped taut like a firehose being turned on while sweat began to drip off my brow as if a commercial irrigation soaker hose had been mounted to my scalp. At that moment I realized that I was in a Def-Con Four, this is not a drill, all hands man your battle stations situation. I staggered off my chair, and hobbled to the toilet all the while resembling the Hunchback of Notre Dame after a nitrous oxide whippet. In one fluid ergonomic motion I dropped my pants as I fell backwards on the bowl. What happened next is almost beyond my capacity to describe in words. It was as if Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of fire was releasing molten magma from deep within the center of the Earth through my anus. My colon was transformed into a fabled medieval dragon spewing great gouts of brimstone, as I steadied myself desperately with my arms on either wall of the bathroom, face contorted in a steely rictus. I prayed to Jesus, Buddha, The Great Spirit, Allah, Chango, and King Neptune simultaneously to help me survive this abomination. For several minutes my GI tract fought an epic battle with the foul demon from the fiery pits of Hades that had taken the mortal form of the Smack My Ass sauce I had imbibed the night before. After what seemed like an eternity I emerged from my pain induced trance to realize that the Great Satan had been cast out, and that I had perservered through my hellish self induced rite of passage.

Two weekends in a row of non-diveable weather, and two weekends in a row of brain shattering hangovers, near fractured ankles, and scorched anuses. I NEED 5 knots and variable next weekend. It's much safer 100' down, eighty miles offshore where the sharks and the jewfish roam. Standing by......

AJ Suarez

Never fear....here it is...



Sit back for a tale of misery and woe in the tradition of the greatest of Shakespearean tragedies.

Last night I went to a bachelor party for one of my fraternity brothers from college. While the details of the gallons of beer, pimped out party bus, dozens of shots of liquor, a severely sprained ankle, as well as the endless procession of strippers (who are only trying to pay their way through medical school from what I could gather) are unimportant for purposes of this story, one incident is imperative to note. Several triple deuce funnels (this is malt liquor through a beer funnel), Cuervo, and Three Wiseman (an evil concoction of Jagermesiter, Rumpelmintz, and 151 rum) shots deep into the night I somehow ended up chugging an entire bottle of Smack My Ass And Call Me Sally hot sauce. Perhaps it was the rekindled spirit of past fraternity hijinks, or the fact that Jackass The Movie was playing on the bus that made me gargle the habanero infusion with such glee. Pay careful attention to this as it foreshadows the horrors to come.

I awoke this morning oddly refreshed after only two hours of sleep, invigorated if you will, with none of the ill feelings associated with the type of hangover that feels like a team of gnomes is doing road construction on the inside wall of your skull. After seeing that my ankle was the size of a ham hock in a lovely shade of eggplant purple I decided to go to the emergency room. Two hours later X-rays revealed only a severe sprain, and no broken metatasals. This equals no cast which in turn equals that I'm going diving the next weekend even if they have to duct tape my legs together in full sea mammal mono-fin type fashion. Still feeling fantastic, I stopped at the local Chinese restaurant on the way home for some takeout General Tsao chicken (spicy!).

While in the dining room of my Lutz chalet, the hammer dropped hard on my world after the second bite of the savory General Tsao. A low rumble suddenly eminated from deep within the core of my bowels, like distant thunder at night. My intestines whipped taut like a firehose being turned on while sweat began to drip off my brow as if a commercial irrigation soaker hose had been mounted to my scalp. At that moment I realized that I was in a Def-Con Four, this is not a drill, all hands man your battle stations situation. I staggered off my chair, and hobbled to the toilet all the while resembling the Hunchback of Notre Dame after a nitrous oxide whippet. In one fluid ergonomic motion I dropped my pants as I fell backwards on the bowl. What happened next is almost beyond my capacity to describe in words. It was as if Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of fire was releasing molten magma from deep within the center of the Earth through my anus. My colon was transformed into a fabled medieval dragon spewing great gouts of brimstone, as I steadied myself desperately with my arms on either wall of the bathroom, face contorted in a steely rictus. I prayed to Jesus, Buddha, The Great Spirit, Allah, Chango, and King Neptune simultaneously to help me survive this abomination. For several minutes my GI tract fought an epic battle with the foul demon from the fiery pits of Hades that had taken the mortal form of the Smack My Ass sauce I had imbibed the night before. After what seemed like an eternity I emerged from my pain induced trance to realize that the Great Satan had been cast out, and that I had perservered through my hellish self induced rite of passage.

Two weekends in a row of non-diveable weather, and two weekends in a row of brain shattering hangovers, near fractured ankles, and scorched anuses. I NEED 5 knots and variable next weekend. It's much safer 100' down, eighty miles offshore where the sharks and the jewfish roam. Standing by......

AJ Suarez

That is classic.:rofl:

Lmfao... You described it so well, UNFORTUNATELY. All I've got to say is LOL, that was great. I'm sure he narrowly avoided butt-blisters from the peppers after the whole escapade. Those damn things will hurt you.

I just can't see the SBO being what it was again. Especially with The Wizard of Oz gutting his own sponsor base, and losing 50% of his participants in less than 48 hours:D Dipshit.

How about no rain date on the SBO this year, when it was known well in advance that the weather was going to be shit. We got an $80 T-shirt and our asses kicked. Lucky no one got hurt or killed on that date. (Speaking for those who had no choice but to dive the west coast) He got his $