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As the "season" wore down for most of Bermuda last September, I decided it was time to join Capt. James Robinson of Wound Up Charters, and see what fishing around a random rock in the middle of the Atlantic had to offer.
The trip was thrown together with a few calls to friends and before I knew it I was met at the airport by a shaggy haired barefoot Captain that I recognized from pictures next to piles of Wahoo and grander Blue Marlin. Keith "Alltackle" Fraiser, and "Double D" Doug joined me and James a little later, and we were all set for our first day aboard the Wound Up.
I knew from the first time I saw James that we were in for a treat. James' passion for fishing and attention to detail were very apparent from the get go, and his knowledge and passion for both fishing and his island became obvious well before the end of our adventure.
Bermudians have a certain welcoming nature, and the islands beauty makes it a one of a kind fishing destination.
As the sun peaked over the horizon we made the gentle ride past Pompano Beach Club and southward into the fishing grounds for the day. We set out a few bait rods, and before I could finish my breakfast the cockpit was full of commotion as the crew filled the live well with bait.
James pointed us a little deeper and set up for the first drift of the day. With a slice of the knife a small mackerel ended up overboard in two pieces, and the first two wahoo of the trip showed themselves in just behind the boat. Mackerel number two was next on the chopping block, but didn't hit the water until James hid a little metal treat amongst the meat.
With a striped flash of silver Keith and Doug were hooked up and the fight began. In short order two wahoo hit the deck and the so the day truly began.
Keith and Doug took turns in the water for a swim, and they both got an up close and personal view of our quarry in their seemingly endless blue world.
I can't recall how many fish came to the back of the boat that morning, but we put our fair share on ice, and watched James do what he does best....bloody the deck.
With our fair share of wahoo, blackfin, and yellowfin on ice, James made a call into town and made an appointment with a peaceful cove and a little Bermuda tradition called a "Dark and Stormy".
I've been on a lot of fishing trips in a lot of places, but I can honestly say that I've never had an executive chef make a dockside delivery of a bottom of rum, 6 pack of ginger beer, and fresh ice. When I say a fishing experience, I mean it.
James transformed the bait station into a mixing station, and we relaxed and talked about the days adventures while drifting away with a rum induced smile.
to be continued......
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