you would think with seeing a day like this, our luck was gonna be good! All time high on positive vibes on the boat as we ran 83 miles to fish, calmer seas, knew we were gonna win. First bait in the water, SMACK, the fish ran three times, strong and forward, but we did not get turned around quick enough as the line melting off the reel,
he had 400 yards of line, and circled back putting a bow in the line underwater in 100 feet deep, the light line broke from the increased pressure!
Rats! but then our good buddy Darren on Rat Pak hooked on, 52 pounds to take third place for the weekend, Hey, that used to be OUR slot! If it can't be us we are happy one of our teams took our spot, 1st place fish 66 lbs also caught next to us. Only casuality except for our feelings being hurt was a floor hatch slammed shut on my left arm as I was getting out a bait and a rogue swell came through. It was, and is, very broken, looks like an egg hatched on my arm, and as many colors as that rainbow, very deep bruise atop that fracture.
My contraband Keene's were very comfy, but I suppose karma was the queen, or king as it was, this weekend.
we did weigh a 39 pounder and got a nice photo of the team in their new shirts!
Oh, and ended up back at capt tony's all night with capt tony and gary the singer, travis, both phils, kelly and dylan,
will tell that story tomorrow when the fog clears!
1 comment:
get em next time...fish gods were not smiling...but it sounds like you had some fun at least.....get home and sell those naots
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