August...

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Ok since its tournament time I'm not gonna say where or be too specific but I will say the last couple days down here in the Hell they call Ocean City have ben interesting. Flanked by my neanderthal cop friend from Brooklyn that fished with us at Bimini and my faithful side kick Dooshberry the wonder mate. We took the fish raising fool of all time, Reel Delight far out in the ocean and splashed a secret spread of worms and clams!
Now the owner of the boat is a mild mannered gent so swearing was off limits and as I was saying gosh and heck a lot the doosh let loose with a "you filthy f*****N whore, Slut S*** Bag rigger clip from hell you can s*** my **** ******** ***!" So the poor little doos was relegated to washing his mouth out with ballyhoo brine!
We soon found that 200 yards wasn't enough room to give the lobster balls of the secret spot as green death swarmed us over and over. After about 40 gazillion and six dolphings slammed us we finally made it to secret spot a then be then c then d. D produced... Right in the heart of the golden triangle the super sneeeeky center bait of death drilled the first serios white. I hate putting sizes on released fish but I will say that had it been during the event I would have greased it quicker than one of my snappy comebacks to Surf!
Somewhere along the way before that I will admit to sucking ass and missing one. Not because I want to admit it but because doosh is looking over my shoulder.
Then mahi zilla piled on the same super sneeeeky bait and I had to slow the boat down for our law enforcement buddy. Some of you mentioned his biceps when he posted a couple shots from Bimini. Let me jsust say that admit it or not I'm sure the 20" guns as big as my waist were the direct result of free basing hemorhoids!
They groaned under the pressure from the big square head and I had to slow the boatt down like I do for old ladies. As he was doningcombat in the 100 degree weather we had a trio of whites suck bubbles from our exhaust and in typical antichrist fashion snub all our pitched offerings. I could hear the l;ittle shit heads laughing and flipping me the fin but nothing could be done...
We proceeded to wreck a mountain more fish in my sneeeeky secret spot and pointed at the beach.
Yesterday I had Cowboy and Inbox join the fray. Curt the owner was absent so it was good to let the language flow like fine wine again. The day was a repeat of the day before with the pile of mahies growing deep and the antichrists really making us look bad. I saw a very slight tap on my right flat and saw a white going away. On a hunch I checked the left and that ******* even ate the rust off the hook without so much as a click off the reel . Then the blackflies from hell joined us. They came in like bucksot and drew more hemoglobin from us than you'll find at an inner city blood bank. We swatted and sweared and were consumed bodily as we continued the mahi smack down. We whiffed a couple others whites and pointed at the barn.
This morning we looked at the trees laying to the ground and decided being land scum was a better option than getting dead or injured... So theres deeps days of death...

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Jumped off the practice boat on to the Dad with intentions of wrecking the world of whites.... We had had a goodly amount of practice and I had a good body of bigger fish dialed in.
Morning one we slid in to my spot and within an hour we had one pileon us. Not a winner but a fair fish. That one failed to find steel. A short time later another avoided the hook. A thumbed stutter step by the angler accounted fo that. Yet another whiff took me from the tower to the pit and yes even I missed a fish not once but twice. In analyzing the goof there I could see that on the first bite he grabbed it in front of the eyes, the second bite came on a lure covered bait and it had grabbed the lure part and I even saw the hoo dragging along side the fish as it rushed toward the boat
All the while I had two vvery impatient anglers droning in my ear that they wanted "More action".
Four shots before noon seemed pretty good to me but they left fish to find fish and you got it... we saw nothing more.
We laid day two and there was a mutiny at hand. I had reliable info as to where the bites were had and we had been in as good a spot as any. These guys didn'twant to hear it. Instead of heading to my happy place they decided to tuck into the heart of a parking lot for day three where we raised only four and they were so small that we only could stick one on the baits I had set up for larger fish.
Yesterday again they took me back there and this time the fleet and fish were gone. We tried the north south deep of the area and then slid to a spot I had done well with before...We got in there and a 600 class blue shot into the spread and took a look at my biggest lure but did not eat. We took some more passes catching a few mahi and seeing a great white of all things! Then on one pass, here came Godzilla!!!!! SHe was a pig pushing 800 . She wound up and lit up but wouldn't unload. she crossed the whole back of the spread but like the other wouldn't eat. We saw others in that area all afternoon that were working mahi but never did draw the bite...
Oh well. I've got a more patient crew for the midatlantic so I hope we can turn things around. Simple things like "don't leave fish to find fish" mean a lot...Sticking with a plan and all being on one page are so important and impatience has no place in marlin fishing.
I think I'm gonna slide into another tourney here this weekend and see if I can't shake a critter or two out of the bushes there.[/

[Deep C]

August moved on without a whole lot to brag about... The Ma500 was a good time back aboard the Dad... Our first ten minutes involved drilling a 70 class white all shoulders and fat but not enough length. We decked a couple smaller ones and a rat blue to round things out. Nothing to go to the scales though....
Post events not much was to be had... A couple tunas and it was time to head back south.