Well i survived this far...
Although it could be argued...just barely...
What a whirlwind this weekend and week has been...i've slept a grand total of nine or ten hours in the last five days...though strangely i don't feel tired...i've twisted wrenches, survived wicked lightening storms, battered forty knot winds...and hooked some large goddamn fish because of it...
We hooked a blue marlin on sunday just as we passed the 300 fathom curve somewhere south of el banco...seven lures popped and weaved behind the CONQUISTADOR in spectacular fashion...one lure in particular...no kidding a Pro Soft 12" petrolero...saw the lights go out as the maw of an 800 pound class beast jackhammered the single-stiff rigged lure going outside-in at formidable speed...i happened to be eating a snickers bar and looking aft...wondering why the perfect spread of lures had failed to elicit a strike in the last four and a half hours when out of nowhere...SMASHWHOOSH!!!...and then immediately...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.......
My jaws stuck together in mid-chew thanks to those caramel covered peanuts and all i could muster was a gurgle as line melted from the Avet 30 as people flew into action below on deck...
SONOFABITCH...i thought...it ate the goddamn 30...
The fish immediately lit to the air...and i am NOT talking delicately...a huge marlin moves a LOT of water and this ***** went INSANE...
With six lines in the water and two teasers left to clear the end was inevitable as the fish cut a swath through the ocean astern of the boat that would have left Moses lighting up his pipe and admiring the work...
Poor, poor John whom held onto that beast and watched every stitch of line melt off the reel...finally launching airborne towards the bait station and tumbling to his ass when the line parted...i'm sure he had a great view of that fish between his feet and legs as he flew backwards through the air...probably thinking...as i was...that it was time to put the 30's away in favor of larger gear...
We somehow composed ourselves in the moment and rallied behind John who had shaken himself off and half-sprinted up the tower screaming "THAT WAS THE MOST GODDAMN EXCITING THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE JT!!!...FOR CHRISTSAKES DID YOU SEE THE SIZE OF THAT THING!?!?!?!!!!"
Largo and Bopa were still running around below in circles screaming fully automatic Spanish and i couldn't help but gurgle a laugh through the caramel...
"Chistsakes is right John...some fish just aren't meant to be caught..."
"Amen to that brother...WHEW-FUCKING-HOO!!!!!..."
We put the lures back in the water and didn't make it to the high spot before another blue detonated on the purple and black Joe Yee Super Plunger...this time the hooks popped free after a short sprint...
One dog nut around the bank and sure enough....CHASH ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...the green and black 7-Strand EAL dissapears in a frothy swath of white water...a small blue of around 200 jumps once and throws the single hook...
An hour later the green, gold, and red Joe Yee gets some attention as a 400 pounder smashes the lure with it's bill repeatedly...fading off and crashing in on the attack again and again giving us one hell of a show but no screaming drags to show for it...
Now any well respected captain who goes 0 for 10 in three days of fishing blue marlin would be tempted to take to heavy drinking...burying himself in the nearest bar, whore house, middle of the night lightening storm or otherwise shady situation...sometimes dark and frightening vewdoo is required to scurry the shanks away...and by god i was in need of some of it...
In reality though...and all kidding aside...we are having one hell of a good time down here...the tunas are out in force and hammering kite baits with abandon...and yes...the blue marlin fishing is WORLD FREAKING CLASS...mark my words people...this is one year you are not going to want to miss...
Herk and Sue's wedding was a highlight of this week and i wish i could have been there for more of it...but i'm running like one of Gibson's Mayans...the only difference is i'm running TOWARDS the apocalypse...where God knows we like it best...
Sounds like most of us are out for the next few days...so keep the airways open...the next installment will be a good one...as will most of the broadcast madness over the next six or eight months...
Shine up the big guns boys...appartently we gonna need em...



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