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Boat we used arrived but not quite up to "as described.." "All perfect.." Kind of completely missing a trim tab, One alternator short of the pair twin engines should have, one of her two batteries 0 volt kind of dead, fuel filter last changed when the engine was built six years ago...
Great group of guys... Couldn't ask for better company. Taking a Hudson Canyon chunker who's used to muscling tuna in and turning them into the gentle finesse artists needed for white marlin... Welll... A bit tougher than it seems...
Day one we found out that with no tab 17 knots was all she was gonna barf up... At the start though didn't look as if it was gonna matter. The spread wasn't fully set when we had a mid class blue charging between the rigger dinks... No take... Then here came whitey. Couple wrecked baits before collecting the steel on the third shot. Well done by our angle Frank we had her released way early. In fact the first release we heard down on our end of the world.
Spread re splashed and what I'm guessing to be a tuna smashed a flat... I looked in horror as the Hudson attitude pushed the drag over the button and resulted in a parted line...
That seemed to set the stage for many train wrecks to follow. Spread wrecking anti christs poured into the baits. One by one they went away leaving us with tattered hoos and deflated egos. A couple more did feel steel but alas the dreaded Hudson habits were not to be broken... Instead the line was...
Day two for us started the way day one ended. Two wrecked spreads and then silence. Our water had moved and the bite for us went off. "Lets move!" the owner barked. "Where would you like to go its two hours to the next canyon within reach at our speed..." We toughed it out bouncing one late fish off...
Wednesday we had a friend bring us a chunk of steel that we fabricated into a tab. We hauled and tacked it in place.
Thursdays forecast was garbage and we were pretty whizzed off to find it actually pretty nice but too late to go when we got up. Instead we hung around and looked at all the pretty girls getting drunk and waiting for Friday that was supposed to be nice... Each successive forecast though got worse.
Friday, last day got up and didn't seem too bad. We aimed for the hot piece of water that had been working for everybody all week. Got out deep and ... well... not only truly sloppy but the water color was awful... Some refered to it as vomit while others called it baby shit yellow. I'll go between and call it kind of a "grey poupon"Mustard off yellow...
We had all looked at the board and had opted to try and target blues as third place was open. The 7-10' crap and ugly water though was not helping. I had to take a gamble and do something cause the radio was dead quiet despite a big fleet.
With some spped now available despite big seas we shot into the mud. No wahoo had been taken and the daily prize for them was now up around fifty grand. Our baits shrunk a little but I had no real wahoo baits along so we opted for small dark marlin lures.
Mid day the rigger came down blind. Good running fish. Tuna? Wahoo? Nope... It came up and started waving a bill... Then it jumped... A lump came to my throat as the hundred plus critter took to the air... I guess my wish center of the brain was over riding logic but I was thinking of money white...
Twenty minutes later of gingerly working her back to us the little bastard threw its fin up... Pointed! There went my dreams of fame and glory... Bad time for it to be a blue...
As it turned out that was our only bite for the day...
So there it is. At least I was fishin, surrounded by good people. Great to see some of you down ther. Admin great coverage... All you shit stirrers can say "ha ha" and "you suck"... Hey youre right. I'll beat you to it... "I suck"...
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