I had some special guest, Captain Scotty (Badfinger) and good friends Kenny and Sue (Reelhooker, formerly Realhooker) came down on a whim to kill some fishies. The weather looked great for a couple days of fish abuse, but that changed. There has been a great wahoo bite going on earlier in the week so the plan was to head out, high speed troll up a bunch of hoos, then round the day out with some bottom fish.
We left out with high hopes late in the morning to see if the 20 knt. winds were gonna lay out a bit. Headed 60 miles off to where the wahoo live through sloppy seas and spots of torrential rain and were rewarded by beautiful blue water and scattered weeds. Soon enough we came to the realization that the wahoo weren't gonna chew today as the reports of only one wahoo coming over the radio broke our spirit. We slowed it down to see if the wahoo were just being lazy and only ended up catching a few albacore.
It was time to go to plan B and the B stands for bottom. We were in an area that I seldom bottom fish so we started looking around for some good marks. We ran over a small scratch that looked right and circled back to check it out. Made a drift or two for more intel and I started liking what I was seeing. Set the anchor, and it was on. The variety wasn't there, but the triggers and seabass were thick. Tried to pull up some groupers, but the triggers were cleaning off the hooks before they got down. Scotty, Kenny and Sue all did great in the sloppy conditions and after a short while they piled up quite a catch of nice triggers and some other good eating bottom dwellers.
All in all it was a blast of a trip despite the rain , wind, and wahoo with lockjaw. The ball busting was bordering on abusive, and in most states criminal. We enjoyed a couple days of some nice meals and margaritas and didn't let the weather keep the spirits down. I would have enjoyed calm seas, sunny skies and suicidal wahoo, but the good company made up for the lack of those things. The full cooler load of trigger fillets was just icing on the cake.
We left out with high hopes late in the morning to see if the 20 knt. winds were gonna lay out a bit. Headed 60 miles off to where the wahoo live through sloppy seas and spots of torrential rain and were rewarded by beautiful blue water and scattered weeds. Soon enough we came to the realization that the wahoo weren't gonna chew today as the reports of only one wahoo coming over the radio broke our spirit. We slowed it down to see if the wahoo were just being lazy and only ended up catching a few albacore.
It was time to go to plan B and the B stands for bottom. We were in an area that I seldom bottom fish so we started looking around for some good marks. We ran over a small scratch that looked right and circled back to check it out. Made a drift or two for more intel and I started liking what I was seeing. Set the anchor, and it was on. The variety wasn't there, but the triggers and seabass were thick. Tried to pull up some groupers, but the triggers were cleaning off the hooks before they got down. Scotty, Kenny and Sue all did great in the sloppy conditions and after a short while they piled up quite a catch of nice triggers and some other good eating bottom dwellers.
All in all it was a blast of a trip despite the rain , wind, and wahoo with lockjaw. The ball busting was bordering on abusive, and in most states criminal. We enjoyed a couple days of some nice meals and margaritas and didn't let the weather keep the spirits down. I would have enjoyed calm seas, sunny skies and suicidal wahoo, but the good company made up for the lack of those things. The full cooler load of trigger fillets was just icing on the cake.
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