Well as you all know the weather around here as of late has been "sporty" to say the least....Mr. John French and friends had us booked Saturday this past weekend, unfortunately the weather forecast of 25-30 and gusty kept us to the dock. Sunday being Easter.........when most folks are going to church or spending time with family.........Mr. French was able to stay and try for Sunday and we were ready to roll as well. With a positive forecast for Sunday afternoon and Sunday night, we figured we would give it a go. We met at the boat about 5:00 am. The wind at the offshore towers were in the 25+knot range......I briefly explained that it was going to be rough as sh-t and I highly recommended we wait a couple of hours before we left the dock in hopes of calming wind.
9:00 am we pulled out the slip, 155 degrees was our course, 22knts. Once we were about 25 miles off, our party was starting to "feel" what rough as sh-t meant. 43 miles out, 35 fathoms, 11:00 am BOX starting to set the spread, after only 2 rods set, the left long rigger comes down, game on.....short fight later, we caught a nice blackfin. I felt good about things, putting out of my head the 8-12 footers breaking all around us, while I was trying not to dip the outriggers or wash the curtains out of the bridge.......we were off to a good start.........shortly after to realize reality. To make a longer story short....fished around the break, 30-60 fathoms for another hour and a half without another bite, starting fishing SE looking for better conditions, 285 fathoms on the 580 line I came across the hot water change, the blended green to bright blue change. Grass, flyers, lumber and even a few coconuts! Strike-less........fished out there for another 2 hours and started working back in towards the break. The long drag back in shallower did produce two gaffer size Mahi and one other bite. GOOD NEWS though, the wind was rapidly diminishing! I briefly spoke with Mr. French about our options......we decided to try the jig...he told me that on his last 3 fishing trips targeting amberjacks on the jig, he has remained strike-less! I thought to myself.......self, there is no frigg'n way he is not going to at least catch an amberjack today. We worked up inshore a bit more, cranked all the troll mess in, switched to the jigging rods, pulled up to my mark, they dropped.......ON.......immediately.....you could almost sense a sign of "personal achievement" by Mr. French as he was all bowed over the side with the exceptionally large jack on. An hour an 15 minutes later, they landed 16 amberjacks on the jig and we headed for the hill, they were happy as clams. Thank you lord for the jacks, and thank you for the pretty ride home. Arriving back in morehead at 7:20 pm, we packed our party up in their car for their long drive back to DC.
Thanks for letting me share my story with you. Capt. B. RUN OFF SPORTFISHING


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