Sunday, October 6, 2013

A $1500 Mistake-Never Again!



A $1500 mistake. Never Again.

The fog was pretty thick as we made our way under the Ponquogue Bridge 3:35 am Saturday morning. Our tuna target area was the shelf between the Fishtails and W. Atlantis. Why? Because the reports have been sketchy, scattered and few over the past several days. Cold 66 degree water was spread out from Montauk to the Hudson so why work that water. Bossman decided to look at the leading edge of the new water coming in from the East, and besides it was 20 miles closer that the Hudson. For a day trip that is two hours of fishing time. Rather have that window fishing than running.
So, we motored slowly from Shinnecock Inlet towards the edge and what seemed like an eternity we finally got daylight and opened her up.
We reached 66 degree water, which was surprisingly blue many miles before the temp break of 71 degrees. So, with all hands eager to get to work we deployed the spread and hoped for a quick blast. Minutes past but nothing. We wondered if we made a good choice since nothing came tight and not one boat is sight. As we began to share disappointing thoughts, bam, outrigger goes off. Two LF on, one brought to the boat. Seemed like a nice fish. However, a lot smaller when gaffed. Decent longfin. I forgot that every time we go out, the first fish always feels like twice the size! But hey, the skunk was off, and we cheered up immediately.
After trolling the area for a while nothing else happened so we decided to work SSE to deeper water. The temp began to rise and soon we were in the 71 degree zone. Shortly we get a three banger. Lots of Chinese drill maneuver s and we got deck cleared and landed a couple more LF. Within minutes we have deck sprayed clean and once again deploy lines. We are now marking nice fish at 450 feet. Damn, are these bigeyes? Got to get them up we all agree. Captain Stan is doing the Barta bigeye dance, gunning and slowing and making “S’ turns to engage these deep marauders. Nothing. OK, we begin to swear at the sea gods and we are not getting one fish to zoom to the surface lures. All of a sudden we get another three banger. Port side one fish; starboard side 2 fish on. Starboard fish one unbuttons. The all of a sudden like a hand from heaven the shotgun rod is lifted clear out of the holder and flies up to the outrigger. Both Stan and I watch with our mouths open as it pauses for a second 15 feet high in mid air then makes a quick huge splash and disappears into the blue off the stern of the boat. WTF! Bossman starts to swear like a pirate and we all are in a startled state of mind. Wow. Never saw that coming. But we did not have more than a minute to brood but continued to bring in lines from the port side and get in the remaining fish. With speed we rushed and got the albie into the boat but damn, that bar is tangled with another bar. Where did that happen? That can happened when trolling 10 bars when fish hit. But we want to both forget the loss of the $1500 rod and reel and focus on getting the lines back in. But first we have to hand line in the rest of the mono from the other tangled bar. Hand-over-hand Nick and Brian bring in the line but then Bossman takes over. He thinks there may be a fish on the other end. Wrong. As he pulls the end of the line closer we see color. Gold. Yes Gold. The color of the International 80 that went for a swim minutes earlier. Can you believe it? No lie. There was the jettisoned rod at the end of the other bar! How the hell did that happen? Well, you can imagine the yelps of surprise and awe and we could not believe it. That was certainly going to be the best catch of the day.
So, we again got to work, and got another three hook-up. Landed one; lost another and had the third one on. As I said, they always seem bigger. And this one was. I had to shot of taking her in from the rear rod holder. After 10 minutes of a good fight, well.. you can imagine the rest. Tell you that story another time.

Anyway, trip ended 5/10 on LF to 40lbs. Great 37 knot fast ride home and we all laughed, and busted chops on a great day on the water with Ed, Stan, Breadman, Brian, Nick and myself.

Moral of story. You got it. Use safety lines. You never can tell what will happen out there. Don’t assume you will luck out like we did. Tight lines!


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