The phone rings... I see its Deep Deckhand... No biggie. He's probably at the airport getting ready to board the plane. He'd land and we'd jump on the Mirage for a practice night of swordin. We really needed to get tonight in. Same condition as forecast for tourney night and I havn'tscouted in a while.
I answer and he says "good news or bad? which do you want first?" I could feel my blood boiling... So many times he has missed a flight and I had to do all the loading and prep work my self Iexpected to hear that... "Good news...I have our newest tiagras in my carry on bag..." "Bad news is that they overbooked the flight and I got bumped..."
Ok so he's gonna be late... I've dealt with it before. Phone rings a while later. Its him. "More bad news. They bumped me again. I bitched at the gal behind the counter and she had me thrown out of the airport!!!!! Got another flight booked tomorrow..."![]()
Screw it... I had a dozen of my own personal baits thawed and I needed to see how the boat would drift in a stiffer wind than usual... Off I went through the 2-4' slop arriving just past sundown at one of my sneaky spots... Out went the spread and she drifted great...
A bit past eight one line gave a quick run off but no fish. Checked the bait and it was unmarked. A while later my high bait had the same thing... All along the drift were big foot wide jellyfish all over. I bitched and moaned about them to myself. Fish would not enjoy being around a jungle full of them... At 8:45 the deep rod started running off slow and steady. I straped the harness to the 80 wide outfit and wound her up tight. There was a fish on for sure but it started running at me. I wound like hell then it raced for the basement...
Ride em Deep! I thought the run would never end and half a spool later it had only slowed some... A short stalemate was followed by another drag burner and I knew this was gonna be a long ride...
I've caught my share of swords solo from my nimble little skiff but this big ol fish around responds slow. Add to that a fish thats straight up and down and it was some rough and tumbe to get six inches at a time. I don't care who you are but an eighty wide on stand up is no fun for any amount of time. Go for an hour and twenty minutes and its out right uncomfortable.
Finally I saw the blinking of the LP strobe... Cool. Another twenty minutes later I had the wind on in the tip... "Get me out of this f*****g harness now. Unclipped, set the stick in the holder and grabbed leader. The bitchy broad bill wanted no part of comming closer but I wanted an end to the game.I sunk the straight and the bill swinging started big time. She was packin over a yard of it! I reached back with my free hand and laid the flyer on her... That pissed her off even more. With two handles on her I bent to the water, locked my knees over the gunwale, and planted her on the cockpit sole. Sorry for the blur but I was a bit shakey still...
She chilled and I snapped a better shot of her...
Back at the dock the security guard was good enough to snap a shot of me with her and earned a few steaks for his kindness...
Well its now past 1:AM and I have a fridge full of sword (20 Gallon bags!) to pack into smaller bags... so I guess I need to stop typin and get to baggin...![]()


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