Let me first start out by giving a big thanks to Glen (Gman) and Chip. We knew how to catch them but where was the key and those guys pulled through. Glen I owe you buddy.
I usually don't write reports but thought this was a good trip to write up.
The 3 of us worked all day on Sat then towed the 6000lb slug 7hrs north to green harbor. Tired yes, but we had no clue as to how tired we were about to be. All I kept thinking was how banged up Glenn was from Saturday.
Its 4am and many cups of coffee later we reach the ramp and set off. We set the radar for a 1mile scan, dodged the millions of lobster pots and headed 20 miles cross the bay in pea thick fog. After the hour run we slide into a drift and decide on what to do, since we can't see shit around us. We remembered the pointers from Gman, but had no visual points of view so we took a ganter and picked a spot. Running nice and slow trying to see we run accross a flock of lazy shearwaters that just happen to have a nice little slick under them. SWEET Game on came to mind. We kept on moving then heard the spout of a whale and spotted some dolphin. Now were getting really excited and its only quarter of 6am.
Then it happened, one of us yell tuna to the port, and plugs went flying into. By the way the OR100 casts like a champ. There were 3 hook ups instantly. We all had a shearwater on and no tuna. The screen is lit up so we drop the jigs real quick and bang fish hits on a free spool drop, but the hook never sunk home. Off for another school.
We pushed the bow into the 2-3 footers and made not even a 1/4 mile and there were tuna everywhere. Three casts fire into the school. I hear just got hit, then I see Mike get nailed a 5-6foot silver missle turn sideways and head to the sand. Mikes fished screamed to the bottom of 300ft of water like nothing. He then put the heat to him and had it boat side one circle away from the gaff in less than 10 mintues. We slid the boat into reverse the fish heard the motors and headed south but this time its pissed. A couple of passes with the rod and an hour later, Jess and I hit it simoultanesly with the gaffs. 66" long 44" round.
It was high fives and shouts and we had our first CC BFT in the box within 3hrs after arriving to the docks. The Pisser was we had tuna blowing up all around us the entire time. We could of had over a dozen hookups in this school of fish as they never left, and not a boat to be found near us.
Now heres where it gets good. The during the entire fight we heard the coast gaurd issue Pon Pons for 35-45 knot gusts thunderstorms and told us to leave. Well we missed them thanks to Kobey. We could see on passed with our radar, but that was not the big storm. Kobey checked his wather sites and told us to pin the throttles as there was not time to waste. Hail and lightning bolts were already in the bay working our way.
By 9am we were back at the dock right where we started. We packed the fish, made the harbor master have to smeel tuna blood ice and we headed for the Best Western.
Monday yielded several shots but these fish would not eat. Cast after cast no bites, and some of these tuna were true giants.
Now I'm ready to go back after some jigging tuna here in NJ, becasue fishing in 300-500ft of water with 8'8" popping rods is pure pain.
I'll post some pics though not many, when I get them.
PS This post if for you Gman for appreciation and to Kobey getting out of bed to log into his computer LOL
Travis



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