Threw the mess in the water and after working to the offshore side of the rock, the long rigger get slammed, Alan goes to work on the fish, and the fish manages to shake the hook. Shortly after, we get another violent strike on the long rigger. Fish pulls some good drag, and then, just like that he is gone. From the looks of the head of the lure, it looked like he had the head stuck between his molars. Getting pissed now, 0 for 2 on the wahoo, chewed up lures, rough seas, relentless wind, and no fish in the box. Decide to work up the beach to check out some of my bottom fishing spots for later in the day. Came up on a nice color change, and shortly after the flatline in the wash goes zing. Sam does well fighting the fish in the sloppy conditions, and soon enough a nice 40 lb. wahoo is in the box. The skunk is off the boat.
The plan was to go to bottom fishing in the deep late morning, but with the north wind against the current screaming from the southwest, I figured that would be a lesson in frustration. Bagged the idea of dropping in the deep, so headed in to the 130 ft. depths to see what we could find. I hit some marks that were loaded with triggers the last few trips out, but, the sonar said they were gone. looked around a bit more to the SW and came across a blip on the sonar. Spun the boat to check it out and it looked good. Had a tough time getting anchored on the spot, and after a couple tries, we finally got into some fish.
The seas were laying down, Dean finally shook his case of seasickness, and some triggers, big b-liners, pinkies, huge grunts, black bass, were finding their way into the box. Steve , Sam, Dean , Alan, and Kevin all seemed to be enjoying themselves so we stayed a little longer than I had planned. The guys had a bad habit of unhooking beautiful 17 inch b-liners and triggers and throwing them back in the ocean. The ball busting was epic. Dean gets the hero award for puking for many hours, never complaining, and finally shaking it late in the day. Kevin and Steve get elevated to 1ST. mate status for helping me keep the spread out in the sloppy seas and scattered weeds. Sam was helpful throughout the day, got a nice wahoo, and kept my knives razor sharp during the twilight fish cleaning ordeal. And Alan wins the prize for return fire in the ball busting dept, and most interesting topics of discussion throughout the day.
Mother nature did her level best to make it a miserable day, but cut us some slack on the way in at 40 kts. I couldn't have asked for a better crew of guys, and despite the challenges, I would do it again tomorrow. Thanks guys !