Great report Kevin,
You ought to go ahead and post it here too. Glad you got out and initiated!
Hey, is Snagged as cranky as everyone says?
Tom - DBG
I dont think I saw his cranky side, at least not this time
I am tired as all get out, but I feel like telling a story of the best trip ive ever had. If it doesnt make sense I apologize ahead of time
Well, it started thursday night, Im already tired, packing all my gear, and all the food, drinks, and beddings for 48hrs. It was me, my grandpa, and my old man. So I finally get to what seems to be fully packed, and good Lord did we have a bunch of crap in that 4runner. Friday morning starts way too early and abruptly, I wake feeling like I got punched in the face. Eventually I get out of bed at about 430am, get my grandpa up and my dad, and we head out. I figure it wsnt a good sign as to my readiness for the next 48hrs when I was sleepin on the way to Pt A. Only 9 people out of the normal 15 go, so its a light load, and that was nice. We break the jetties only to be met by nasty conditions. Three hours later we begin to troll and bottom fish a little. A few AJ here and there, but nothing for me to show, only one big run on the last troll. So at about 1 we head out 145miles offshore to Boomvang. And boy were the conditions nice out there. The sun is ready to go to sleep as we troll around Boomvang. Whammo big run on the outside line, deckhand hands it off to me, and me having very little offshore experience, and no experience with wahoo, I manage to lose the fish. We troll a little more to end the sunny part of the day with a few AJ and maybe a grouper or two. The darkness arrives as abruptly as the day began. It was a little intimidating, putting all of this built up knowledge to use. Fortunately Snagged (Jerry) was there to help guide me through the chunking process, and the ins and outs of tuna fishing. Im not gonna lie, I never in a million ever imagined having to work so hard for these tuna. I end the night with having jigged up a few BFT, but nothing of the yellow kind to show, but little did I know come sunrise, that would all be different. Being as tired as I was the morning before, I drank some Dr Pepper, and was back in business. I started the morning hours casting frenzy flyers and a tuna popper. I had a big blow up on the frenzy flyer, and it scared the hell outta me seeing this fish launch itself at this lure. I missed the fish, because I didnt have a stinger hook. At this point Im really excited, the day ahead is gonna be a good one I knew. Chris the deckhand had a chunk out on a 4/0 of his all morning, then a YFT picks the chunk up and runssss. Chris hand the rod off to me, and it was a fight from there. At this point I fully understood why tuna fishing is addicting and incomparable to any other species of fish. After a hell of a fight and some sore arms, I boat the fish. At the weigh in this morning it was about 56lbs. Jerry took a pic or two of me holding the beast on the boat. After that, and also observing that nobody else is really catching anything chunking I decided to head back to the bow for some topwater action. Got a couple blowups on the topwater, and was really awesome to see. At about 7 or 8am we make our last drift really close to Nansen to make a last ditch for the tuna with nothing to show on that drift, although I did get my chunk picked up and hauled off, only for the line to be broken, coulda been a cuda, or a monster YFt, who knows. Make the 3hr run to bottom fishing rigs. I catch a couple of smaller AJs, one keeper about medium sized, and a good sized almaco. Other people caught some giant AJs, some gags, and a warsaw. Next rig I catch a monster red snapper, and get a good run, thats it for the bottom fishing as the deckhands tell us we are heading back out to the floater. Before heading out we trolled for about 25minutes, and end up with a wahoo. We made what seemed like and endless move back out to Boomvang. I think it was about 6 or 7 at this point. Captain Nate tells us we have 3hrs to make this happen. Everyone drifts out a ballyhoo on the first drift on hopes of a biggun.....nothing. So next drift we all switch to freshly cut BFT jigged up by the deckhands. I think maybe a YFT or two was caught on the next 2 drifts, but nothing much. This is when the deckhands says the BFT are here and the YFt might me there also, so I switch to a butterfly jig that skeeter ronnie rigged up for me. WHammmo I catch a good sized BFt with everyone including capt. Keith thought was a YF because it was peelin so much drag. I catch 2 or 3 mored BF using that jig, but after a few people catch some good sized YF is switch back to chunking. This is our second to last drift, and I let the chunk way the hell out there, and all of a sudden my line goes taut. It didnt seem unusual as the force of the waves always do that, but waves dont usually peel line off,and pull like hell like this fish did. So just like in the movies when the clicker start ZZZZZZZZ, the fight was on. I have my drag set at strike and it is peeling of drag like its nothing, I start to fight it, and about 3minutes in the fight, the line goes slack, line broke again
In a way it sucked to lose that fish, but it also felt good to know, that I learned something about chunking, and it showed, because I was able to hook the fish. I would have much preferred to have been able to tell you I hooked and landed the 56lb YF, but really I only landed it. I learned more than I ever could have imagined, and had just as much fun.
Thanks Capt Keith and Nate, and thanks chris and tony for being awesome knowledgable deckhands.
PS- did I mention it was a hell of a roller coaster of ride on the way back in? It was about 7hours of a softcore roller coaster.
The pics are on teamoso. Dang that lack of sleep for the past two days sure is catching up with me