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Originally today was supposed to be a bluefin inshore ride but slowish reports had us looking for bluer pastures.... Since I may be running to this spot for the Ma500 I wont say where it was but I wll say it was worth the bumpy trip.
We got a late start leaving close to 6:15 after some wiring issues on the boat. We arrived at spot "A" about 9 AM... Promising water color had no signs of life so we steamed un increasingly rough water to the place I really wanted to play.
A mile short I loooked back at the more basic spread I had promised my self to get back to and there in the middle of a spreader bar I saw a white just beating the dog crap out of a center squid. A pitch did nothing tp draw his attention. Finally a rubber and wire hangover got the best of him and he just went away.
We got right to my mark and I jacked the wheel for a run that has been good to me before. Less than a hundred yards into the leg... Pop goes the flat line.. Then Pop goes the the other flat... Pop goes the rigger and we trippled up on the tld 25s with some dandy drag burners... The seas were now pretty stiff. Up over Under around and we kep the three mystery fish seperated. Finally fwe have color and the first of three big 50lb class birds hits the deck. Number 2 and 3 followed and a 3 for 3 had me tickled...
We had drifted over a mile off my mark and as we pressed up sea that way I saw the tip on the bird rod just twitch. I picked her up and looked back to see a white just swimming out of the spread... I tried to see my swimming hoo behind the hoo but it just wasn't there. The blue water antichrist had beat me... Oh well.
The sea continued to freshen and at 4-6 and growing it was time to leave the spot and take a safer down sea course... We hammered several good looking potential spots along the way. We saw some mahi but they had lock jaw...
Then it happened... The blinding flash , a geyser of water heading skyward, a hole in the ocean that could swallow a semi... I checked for radiation burns and since ther were none the nuclear device going off theory was squashed. A very large back racing off with my bird in tow spelled it out that megazilla big eye himself had foiund us and had picked a 30 to torture!
The regular rodbelt was replaced witha full grown harness at the half hor mark. This fish was smokin hot and I was lovin the workout I was gettin jackin the clutches and throttles. It would dump 3/4 a pool then charge the b oat then go into the clasic spiral. I countered with all I could muster in the still growing seas... I chased, backed, corkscrewed and did what I could. This fish was big... way big and the 30 gear was not much more than an irritation. I glanced at the chart plotter and the 200+ pounds of sushi on the hooh had dragged our collective butts from one wall all the way across this canyon to the other and half way back...
Deep into the second hour despite some great angling and a load of fun the rod stood straight and a pulled hook ended the game... You know? Part of me wants to be pissed but it felt so good having a good ol fashioned slugfest that I don't mind losing the pig. Besides the three birds was more meat than we could store any way...
As we plowed our way home I revelled in good fishing, great company and shaking that skunk off my back... The guys were doing the picture taking and as soon as they send them over I'll gey em posted...
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