The boats been sick the last couple of weeks, replaced an expensive non-returnable part early Saturday morn. (NOT the problem) got her runnin around four, not much mechanical knowhow, but sheer will and obsession goes a long way, out for a test drive by 4:30.
Can't TRULY call it a test drive unless we fished, so we picked up some monster deans and took a right to LJ. Boat ran ok, and damn it was good just getting out on the water, what a great feeling when you clear the channel, I could just feel my whole body relax. Finally
Slow trolled bait for about a half hour outside the kelp on the north end, not metering much, the water was around 60ish give or take one. Start to meter something and both rods go off big time. Not Boney big, but BIG. Both fish go criss cross over each other, so we go Cirque Soleil (not pretty) while trying to back the boat down on some line. My bro gets broken off on thirty pound at the leader. In my brilliance I chose a reel with about a hundred yards of 40# on it and find myself out of line in no time, get about ten feet back then lose it all again. I'm standing at the stern with my rod stretched out as far as I can reach beyond the motor hoping the line doesn't... POW!!! like piano wire. The whole thing took about twenty seconds. Very pumped, hearts pounding... not sure what they were. Maybe a school of WSB? Brute Yellows? Chupacabra? Dunno. Went back to the spot we got slammed for nothin... Mr. Seal gets real chummy with our bait and we leave kinda disgusted, but smiling
Love that stuff.
Sunday hit the islands first, picked up a huge Boney, didn't meter much. The water was between 57+ to 59. Decided to switch gears and then trolled the 9 mile bank for an eternity hoping for Threshers. Water was nice and it was a few degrees warmer. Guess the sharks were in Oceanside. Damnit. Beautiful day on the water, we laughed our asses off and caught some sun, good enough for me.
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