On monday, I was hired by one of my girlfriends co-workers to head offshore and show him the tuna game on his boat. This was his week off, and wouldnt you know it, monday was really looking like the only comfortable day to fish his 23' Regulator. Monday was his day to drop his kids off at the school bus, which meant that we wouldnt be able to leave the dock untill 8:30 am. Not exactly ideal, but hey it is what it is.
9:30 and I'm still waiting patiently at the boat ramp..... He told me he was going to be a little late but what the phuck?? At 9:45 he finally shows, and by 10:00 we get the show on the road.
we roll up to the swc and I give paul a quick lesson on setting up the spread, and rig up a tasty little ballyhoo, with a pretty pink skirt to send way down the middle. Thirty minutes into the troll through decent amounts of weeds I begin to bring it all in for a weed check- port corner first. I get a few cranks on the reel and what appears to be a bluefish swipes not once, but twice at the black bar. I start reeling like mad to get my bar away from the toothy *******. I was all set with having to re-rig my bars again. I got the bar to within 20 ft of the transom and said aw what the hell, lets catch the bluefish so we can at least get a bend in the rod. One more swipe and miss, then another, third time he finally gets it and go to hand the rod to Paul, "here you go, reel in your bluefish", then zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz it starts peeling line off the Avet 50. "son of a *****, this aint no bluefish, get your harness on". Paul worked the fish like a pro, and had it to the boat in short order. I thanked the tuna for coming to the boat by gently stuffing the gaff through his face.
I was thrilled, the pressure was off, and the 47 incher was tailroped to the transom. Perfect size for for his first shot at charlie. The spread went back in and we did a loop to get over where we hooked up, bang! and the ballyhoo gets crushed. Paul gets into this one, and without the squidbar hanging from his face this fish gives him a little more of a workout. Paul works him boatside and lets me leader him to the surface. What a pleasure it is being able to manhandle these smaller fish compared to the 60 somethings that have been around. A few photos were taken, and he eagerly swam away after only seconds of reviving, all the while the first fish is still hanging from the boat.
The next two hours went by with no more action over the same area, so we turned the troll somewhat north to try some shallower water. Ballyhoo Kaboom! This fish is of the larger class and burns line like a mother- after strapping in Eric (seayalater)who was my mate, the game of give and take ensues, but after 4 minutes of stalemate the hook pulls free. Whata *****!! Oh well, what can you do.
We work the area for 30 more minutes, and the starboard corner get blown up on, I do my best to tease him back up but my efforts went unrewarded. The day was growing long and we dicided to call it quits. We hit the dock shortly after, and after a nearly uncomfortable man hug from a newly addicted angler I was pretty content with the days events.
Left the dock at 10:00 am and went 2 for 4?! not bad in my book. I feel like ive written a damn book... sorry for the long read, I have a tendancy of getting into these things.
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