I've always wanted to spend the night in the deep on the black boat out of MHC, and that dream came true last weekend.
Capt. Brian and I have discussed making the trip a number of times over the years and weather and schedules finally let it happen. With a great deal of excitement I headed south on Friday morning w/ Taylor. I guess my excitement transferred to my gas peddle, b/c I made it down in world record time, a little over 6 hrs to go 415 miles. The new bypass in Washington NC on rt 17 not only takes away the radar traps through town, it definitely makes the ride a lot easier.
Marty and Brian spent all day Thursday and Friday prepping the boat and their gear for a weekend of nothing but cranking and killing. I could tell they were equally excited as I was the half dozen times I called on the ride down.
Taylor and I met up with Justin to do our food shopping and get everything in order for the next day.
We arrived at the Run-Off at 4:45 and much to my surprise a familiar face from the past was waiting in the cockpit. John McGinty (OSeaD) rounded out the crew. Regs require a second captain on overnighters, so John got the call. Will(Pirates Pride)made the ride down from Greenville to celebrate his 21st b-day and help with the slaughter.
The fish had no idea what was headed their way as we cleared the inlet into a choppy southern sea. 180 degrees was out heading until the first change greeted us in 22 fathoms.
It wasn't long before the first gaffers and slingers of the trip had met the cold steel of the gaff, and the kill box full of ice.
After about 2 dz. fish hit the box, Capt B decided to work a little deeper and look for a wahoo or billfish bite. Unfortunately we got them both, but at the same time. I was on the bridge when Brian said we'd be getting a bite from something pointy any min, and sure enough there he was. A blue one hooked himself on the bridge pole and began taking drag like only a big marlin can.
Justin hopped in the chair and began cranking, while the rest of us cleared lines. Within 30 second or so the line had gone limp, and Justin brought in a cleanly cut piece of spectra mainline. As far as we could tell, the lure head slid up the wire on the marlins initial run, and a wahoo tried to have it for lunch, an all too often occurrence in toothy speedster land.
We snuck through the next break and picked up a few more mahi's, then had a white come up on the left flat. He snuck around the spread until Marty hooked him on the right long. Taylor jumped in the chair and the cranking began. Brian gently backed down on fish, and while Taylor's angling technique was less than stellar, I touched the leader and Box and I removed the hook and sent the broken billed whitey on his way.
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, I touched the leader and Box and I removed the hook and sent the broken billed whitey on his way. 




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