So last week, I was about done with working the weekdays with light and slight reports only to find every weekend with 25 plus gusts.... So, I just hit delete on the calendar a few times, blew off Thursday and blew down I-40 to put my girl in the water and get salty - fish or not. Trouble with this blissfull sponteneity is it left me crewless on arrival. I quickly adapted - tied up some small duster rigs for pulling squid strips and hit the inlet with a plan to put some small dolphin in the cooler for grillin and chillin back at Chez K. With 3 miles left to go to my intended starting spot around 18 miles off, I started seeing flying fish both stirred by the bow wake but also free jumping all around. Good enough - I pulled back and started filling the rod holders with a small "spread" to keep it manageable. Green dusters/strips on the the outriggers, irridescent pearl dusters on a short and medium flat, plus a naked hoo for good measure on the not so WWB. Thirty minutes into it and just when I'm starting to think about Chedder Tricuits for breakfast, zing, zing,zzzzing - Both outriggers plus the left flat. Did I mention solo? Determined to get 'em all, I loosened the drag on the right single and started crankin on both left side fish. Then the jumpin starts - woohoo just what we wanted, mahi all around - 5lb peanuts. Just as I get the flat line fish in the box and start working on the rigger fish, that dude whose drag I loosened starts dancin a tango like he's gonna pass the boat or get in it with me. So I look a little closer and there's a bill poking at the dolphin like a sewing machine sawing through the water behind him. I dropped everything, free spooled the peanut and held thumb pressure. Sure enough the line comes tight for the longest one second - the smallest sailfish I've ever seen breaches with the dolphin clinched sideways, gives me the Guy Harvey pose and grin, snatches the peanut off my rig and sails on to swim another day. I put the other fish in the box and decided on a homemade pimiento cheese sammich for breakfast.
Sailfish 1, Big K 2. Ah - it's good to be alive.


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