The word was out from last week's flurry. Mr. Noe booked a gorgeous afternoon and landed a fine stripe after throwing at a big swirl. Apparently this striper had decided he too was fishing, but for captains. The fiesty captainerman embedded the barb of the capt. own treble hook securely in the index finger, sending a message that he'd been catching too many of its fellows. Unfortunately the capt. was too busy contimplating his fate with the pliers to take a photo for evidence.