Left HI at about 9:30 with a buddy of mine (Jeff) and my brother and picked up a half scoop of great dines at EB and set course towards the nine. Just as soon as we cleared the point, we found that most of our bait had rolled (due to a bad bait pump) and made the decision to just do some sharking since we had no bait if we found any patties and we had planned on doing that anyway.
It seemed that as soon as we had the slick setup we had our first visitor. We got a little 3' blue that was getting a bit frisky with our chum bucket and humbolt squid that was hanging by the swim step. We looked again to see if he was there and he had seemed to take off. Seemed interesting until our bow reels starts screaming!!! Now, we were expecting to get into #50-#80 variety Mako so we didn't get all dialed in with the harness or rod holder or anything. Little did Jeff know that he was into a world of hurt.
So we promptly put the harness on him and he got to work.
It took him about an hour or maybe more with three trips around the bow by Bob and bringing him up to the boat as many times until we were in view...
and ready for the gaff shot.
We were all excited and running around, hoping to get a hook into it...and then it happened. The one thing that we all fear the most. The braided leader couldn't take it anymore and it broke!! It looked to be about #150 mako that Jeff fought with #30 mono with a Torium 20. He fought the good fight but the mako won in the end.
Once we were devistated, we gave it one more try up the chum line with all the right tackle and my special fishing chair that has a gimble built into it. But of course when we're ready for the big fish, we only get his little brother that looked to be about #30 that we released to grow to be like his big brother.
Great day on the water but when it started to get windier and bumpier, we called it a day and headed in.
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