The first day the bite was off so bad the guys that went long cane back with a 1 or 2 small tuna to show for their efforts. That being said we went for amberjack.
Our first fish was an almaco. Then another.
On the way out to the blue water we found a lot of debris and it held a lot of small tripple tail with a few good sized ones mixed in. Nothing ate anything. We got to the floater and found some nice tinker mackrel for bait. Useing that we managed 2 baracuda and lost another bait. Was not marking the fish I had there last week. The customers really wanted some amberjack and grouper. We went to the rig the big one came off of last month. Dropped down live bait and slabs of tuna bellies. Managed only 1 47 pound AJ. Got in very late to hear nothing much happened anywhere.
The second day was a scouting trip because the customers from the day before were going with me the following day and wanted amberjacks. We went to the other side and found bait. They were big and that does not mater with amberjack or grouper. Our first one took 2 guys to bring in. At first I thought we had the rig.
All we could do is hold on to the pole when it wanted to run. I knew it was a good fish almost immediatly. What a sight when I saw this baby for the first time. It hit the dock at 73 pounds.
Our limit for the day. Over 200 pounds of fish here.
The next day I had the first group. We were greated by a river current against the tide that got all of us wet even on the Glaycer Bay. Another boat behind me, A 36 Twin Vee, got to that point and canceled. The 1-3's were not as forecasted. We found nothing less than 3's. We creeped out and found a dozen or so baits. Then we fought the seas head on for 10 miles.
We found one nice one but the sharks drove us off. The seas were uncomfortable and the customer told me I could call the trip anytime I wished. Nobody was sick and all were ok with the sea legs. We moved next door and found some that we could not pull out of the rigs. It is hard for the occasional fisherman to distinguish between the rig and a fish. I lost a lot of tackle. Back to the original rig and the sharks were gone, Up comes another aj. One more and we have our limit. A crew boat had to work with the rig so we had to move.
I had 1 live bait and 1 dead left I headed to a double rig. This rig had 3 large crew boats working on it but I could still get in to fish it. Jackie hooked up on our last dead hardtail. All the work stopped on the rig and the boats while they watched this woman fight a 50 pounder.
At that time I was ready to head to the barn. My shoulders were sore from controlling the boat against the current and high seas to hold us in position all morning. At least we got a limit of nice amberjacks.
Life is Good!
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Fishing is not a matter of life or death. It's more important than that.
Capt Hoop
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