The fellow who bought my last boat invited me to go bottom fishing today. Boy, that was going to feel strange! Riding shotgun on my ol' girl?
Got a late start, as we had to wait for the local "banker's hours" bait shop to open. Jon (the new owner) brought his friends Dave (first time offshore) and 13 year old Taylor along.
3 foot chop to start the day. Decent ride out at 27 mph or so. I caught myself constantly thinking back to the many trips I already had on this boat. Ghosts of fishes slaughtered.
The deal was I was gonna pick some spots to fish. Looking at the shot last night, warm water had pushed in a lot, so I felt staying around 35 miles would be OK. Sure enough, warm water 69 -70 just 30 miles off in 100 feet. Talk of wahoos mixed in with the macks from the commercial boys.
Started off very slow. Very, very slow. Wind due N, anchor course from the East (pushing hot water) made for a very strange beam to the seas kind of situation. Picked some trash and only one nice, fat red grouper, while sharks seemed to find us every place we dropped. Winter time.
Around noon, Dave went into his cooler and out came the FRUIT! I noded to the captain who, seeing the nana, yelled at poor Dave so loud, he scared him silly. The offending fruit went flying off and the bite picked right up.
Nothing remarkable, just a slow pick from one spot to the next. Never got that good stop, but ended up with 9 keepers, all red grouper. Everyone on board seemed to have enjoyed a fine day on the water.
The seas laid flat for the return trip and Jon let the yammies drink. Home in one hour from 37.5 miles away.
I took a couple of fish, shook hands with my new friends and assured the ol' girl that someone else would be giving her her bath tonight!
Cheers,
SeaBiscuit



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