Been a long good run. Made a lot of friends, caught a lot of fish, and even slipped a few bucks in my pocket during the ride...
Last year I saw twenty six makos come to my transom in like nine or ten trips. This year.... Well....
We ran hard and fished as hard as I ever have over the last couple days. Saturday we picked a blue dog off on the first drift. Crystal clear water but cold. We moved to spot two. Water green but warm enough. We had a bump on our big bait twice but not a tooth mark on it. Third drift we had structure, color, temp, and even the start of a pretty fair drift. Two miles into it a rogue turtle worked over our spread. Shredding every bait we had out there and I think trying to mate with a couple..
Next drift was also good condition but a blue dog for our effort. Last drifft we had a good something bowed up but the hooks had turned into the bait and never found the mystery critters mouth.
Day two had us push to virgin pastures. Football bluefins along the way , birds, etc. The weather was supposed to be nice but this spot was crap. 3-5' short steep nasty chop. Then to really piss me off we opened our first can of chum only to find it wasn't frozen. I will guess that somebody traded thawed for frozen and the dock kid didn't know when he put it on our boat...
We made do with some MacGyvering and a chum ladle and had to work the day in "manual" mode. First drift drew nothing. Tried four more blanks on tried and true pieces of ground that almost always have at least something. Blanks too.
Went back to an old standby spot and the water was crap... Hell, we had worked pretty stuff without a sniff for most of the day why give her a slide. Late in the day there was the feeling of skunk in the air when the big bait got doinked. Aha! A nibble. More doinks then a full on savage attack taking place down there... "Please God make it a mako and make it count!"
The beating was intense but no real run off for a while. Then it began swimming and we bowed up. No jump and the feeling of blue dog filled the air.
Then I saw the snout. "Bingo!" Looked at the watch though. Times up... Got her to the transom... Meat fish not money fish... The 13/0 mustad of the big bait was planted in her gills and the blood flowed. We boxed her and with heavy hearts our day was done...
Saw that NMFS has just labled them as "overfished". I can see the writing on the wall and I think it spells the end of mako fishing as we know it... Yall know I love the game when it comes to them. You also know my utter contempt for NMFS. But this time I have to agree that old Isurus Oxyrinchus can't maintain the hammering we have put on them through the years. Unlike the circle hook thing, if they slam the door I won't find it in me to argue.
To all those I have fished with and to all those fish that have tasted "Deep Love" I thank you... Most years I have been the one on top but this year the fish got me... To the cobalt missiles of June, I salute you...![]()


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