With last week's reports of Skillies so close, I had to take a shot. There has not been a reasonable chance that a 23 foot boat can try to catch a Marlin since the days of old… at least to my knowledge….
The crew, consisting of Cape Rover, Cape Fisherman and my boys, were all seasoned fishermen. They knew that we had a better shot of "catching" by heading a little further west. But we had all caught our share of 36 inch bluefin in the past. We wanted a small boat NE Marlin.
Part of the adventure actually started earlier in the week. The boys saw birds from beach and finally realized that by using the kayak, there was fishing within reach while Dad was at the office. They paddled out and nailed 15 bluefish in an hour. The next day, I received a text “Dad, you won’t believe this. Call me.” This time they were chasing bones… While they waited for the bones to circle, they drop jigs to the bottom and pulled up some scup and three sea bass. Following the last sea bass was a 5 foot shark (which I assume to be a brown shark). Well, what does any normal fish crazed 12 and 13 year old boy do when in a kayak with a 5 foot shark? Right. Keep one bass thrashing on the surface and live line the other down to the shark. Luckily (in my mind) they didn’t hook up. But they knew where to get scup for our offshore trip and went back and filled my makeshift live bait pen with scup.
Back to the main part of the story…
After a choppy ride through Muskeget, we headed south and I was hoping for it to slick out so that we could see the Skillies on the surface. It took some time for the surface to smooth out. In the meantime we trolled a fairly standard spread. But the lure I watched the closest was the WWB bird – bally combo.
By around 7 am we were pretty dialed into a 62 to 70 degree break over a distance of about a mile. The main part of the break went from 66 to 68 in about 30 yards. Birds, peanut mahi and bait sprays held promise. We had caught a few 2 pound mahi when the rod clicked a few feet. Thinking mahi, I reeled it up about 4 cranks and then it hit me. Marlin! I dropped it back, reeled it in, watched it whack my bird, drop back, feel it take, let it run, set the hook, comes loose and it fades away. Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda!!! This Winter I will be thinking about my mistake…. If I dropped back on the first hit instead of taking the first four cranks, who knows? That is the skillful part of Skillies.
We had done something I never thought possible on my boat. We baited and partially hooked a Marlin!! Next year we will land one!
The rest of the day consisted of working the huge break and finding many sharks. But the highlight was watching an estimated 200 pound thresher maul the bar I run about 20 feet off the transom. He whacked away in frustration for 30 second while we tried to drop the bar back to him. Like our Marlin, this was not meant to be.
After another great day with Rover and finally getting to meet Cape Fisherman we went back to the Hooter to weed through bluefish for some bones who never showed. We set out on a low probability mission and almost pulled it off. The NE Small Boat Marlin will have to wait until next year. Time to head east.
Mike


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