On the boat today is: George, "Harey Carey" (I picked him up at the bar the night before), Corey, Liz, Chris and "yours truly".
We all meet at the boat at 8:00 a.m. Low tide is at 8:42 a.m. Remember that low tides in the winter are MUCH more severe than low tides in the summer. This low tide is no different. Several places in the channel are only 3 ft deep, so I have to go extremely slow (OMG) for the first two miles of our journey. We hit bottom a few times, but since I have gone through this scary exercise just recently, I'm not as nervous as I was a few weeks ago. The other trick I learned: Turn off my electronics while I am navigating the extremely shallow channel. Why? Because my electronics beep loudly at me constantly when the depth gauge reads less than 3 feet. That constant beeping makes me very nervous and honestly, it's rather irritating. So my electronics are off - for now. It is a little foggy, but no so bad that I can't see in front of me and also so bad that I would need my electronics to navigate. So it is quiet as we putter along leaving the long channel from the marina.
And the weather, well, it is kind of cold, foggy, and rainy. So much for glorious weather.
Somewhat ominous looking also:
George pondering weather (very punny) or not this trip is a good idea. We are still in the channel:
Me convincing the other old guys that this really is a good idea. We are still in the channel:
More pictures heading out. We are still in the channel:
The young couple happy to be on a boat. We are still in the channel:
Me starting to get excited because we are close to leaving the channel - after 45 minutes!
Us finally leaving the channel and finally being able to get up on plane. Thank you god. I HATE going slow. The shore is finally behind me; deep water ahead:
I have no idea what I am saying to Corey's girlfriend in the picture below, but it is probably something along the lines of how cool older guys are. She is giving me a courtesy smile. :-)
Okay, enough "channel" pictures. Time to turn the channel. Ahem.
We are heading to V Tower today to hunt Amberjack. It is the only species that is open - don't get me started. After narrowly missing hundreds of water mines, I mean crab traps, and going through a few minor showers, we arrive at a waypoint just a few miles short of V Tower. We drop.
Wham, wham, wham, wham, wham. We tear up the rock bass. Well, I should say that Chris tears up the rock bass. I think he catches 10 rock bass in 10 minutes. All keepers. You know, we aren't seeking rock bass, but they are pretty tasty AND you can actually keep them. So in the cooler they go. I kind of like having fish in the boat this early. We stay on this spot for about 20 minutes, but we aren't seeking rock bass, we are seeking their larger cousins - Amberjack, so I decide to head on to V.:
The cute couple wanted a picture of themselves next to V.
Hey, is that beer you guys are drinking already?
We arrive. 40 miles offshore now. Hey look, sunshine! It has been hiding up until now:
Harey Carey throws a live pinfish out on a free line and he sets the pole down and goes off to do other things. (Mostly helping others I might add). Corey is on the bow and I am, of course, driving. After some time, Corey says he sees something circling the bait. Since everyone is busy fishing with their own rigs, I decide to grab this unattended pole (just in case). Just about the time I do grab the pole, something hits it. Cool! I get to fish! I rarely get this opportunity anymore, so while I am struggling with whatever is on, I am secretly smiling:
Still struggling: (Has nothing to do with the fact that I am getting old)
Probably a pinfish on my line. I haven't done P90X in a while.
Cool, Amberjack:
I even get to have my picture with him: (all by my lonesome). We put him in the fish box that is full of ice:
Just to be sure, we measure him: (Yep, 35 inches.) They have to be 34 now, btw.
Here is another keeper coming in. Great photos Chris. I like these action shots:
Another very big one in the boat. These guys fight hard! (I love fishing, well in my case, driving):
Liz also jigged for awhile, but since she wasn't catching anything with that particular technique, she switched to squid.
Well, that works:
Liz quickly became our "Snapper" expert. I lost count as to how many of these she actually caught. They are beautiful fish. Too bad we can't keep them. Still, they are good fighters, and a lot of fun to catch.
Here is another one:
She enjoyed catching them on the bow. I really enjoyed watching her catch them on the bow :-)
Then, as things often do out here, things go quiet for a little while. Nobody is catching anything. A few people eat their lunch. Great day so far though.
Finally, George gets a big hit. As I have learned with large Amberjack, you aren't going to win the fight for the first 45 seconds. Their first run is very powerful. All you can really do is to tighten up the drag, hold on for dear life, keep them away from the tower, and hope that the line doesn't break or the hook doesn't come out of their mouth.
The first 45 seconds of George's fight proceeds as I have described it above. He has no chance of making progress. But then something is different. He doesn't make progress for the next 45 seconds either. Or for that matter, he doesn't make much progress for the next 30 minutes! I wish we had taken a picture of him struggling. He was sweating, we were giving him water and cooling him down, cause he was becoming exhausted. When the fight was over, here is what came up:
A 150 pound (approx) Goliath Grouper. A big girl - about 3 1/2 feet long.
Corey did an EXCELLENT job of getting the hook out of the fish's mouth. You can actually see him holding the hook on the gunwale in this picture below as I turn her over to get her to go back down to the depths. What a cool fish. Great job George! George grabs a beer and sits down.
Then, it was Chris's turn. This is the shot I WISH we had taken of George. For 35 minutes, George had this same grimace on his face:
This next picture below is important, because when Chris's fight started with this monster fish, we were sitting very close to the tower in the background. If you look very closely, just under Chris's pole in the picture below, you can barely see another boat sitting next to the tower. That boat is the same size as mine. So while it may look like we are still close to the tower, it is a BIG tower and we are not that close anymore. This picture below of Chris is 43 minutes (yes, I timed both of them) after the fish first hit his line. You can see that he is still grimacing. :-(
I have moved the boat at least two miles back and forth following this fish. Chris, at this point in time, is wishing that he had Advil on the other end of the line. Because the fish has moved so much, I am guessing that it is a 150-200 pound bull shark. Goliath groupers, I figure, don't move around this much:
I figured wrong. Here is the 2nd Goliath grouper (OMG!) that we bring up next to the boat. Once again, here is Corey doing an excellent job of removing the circle hook from the monster's mouth:
Although it is hard to tell from the pictures, this Goliath is at least 50 pounds heavier than the first. Its just a guess, but probably 200 pounds and 4 feet long. Both fisherman and fish are exhausted. Both fisherman and fish though, will be fine. This isn't the first time these fish have been caught, and it won't be the last - and the hook won't be a problem for them:
Once again, I am attempting to roll the fish over to get it to return to the depths:
After we released this 2nd Goliath, we returned to the tower for a litte more fishing. Afterwards, at dinner that night, when I asked Corey what his "moment" was on the boat, he said it was when all four poles got hit at the same time. And they did. Chris and George were on the stern and Corey and Carey were on the gunwales. All at once, I hear "fish on" - FROM EVERYONE. It was mayhem. Unfortunately, we lost all four fish on that particular event, but we still slayed them on this day.
So, a few final pictures of the tired, but proud crew with the fish we caught:
Time to head home guys and girl. Oh, notice that the day is now beautiful, sunny and warm. The weatherman was finally correct.
Everyone have a beer? (well, except the Captain). Check!
Everyone exhausted? (well, except the Captain). Check!
Everyone has a smile on their face? (including the Captain). Check!
Time to head home! Goodbye V Tower and thanks for some awesome February fishing:
We are blessed to make it back to the dock with no issues. My favorite part is showing off the Amberjack that we caught to everyone back at the dock - and the pictures of the Goliaths. Well, okay, my FAVORITE part is watching everyone else clean the boat and fish while I drink a beer:
Thank you's:
- To Chris and George for all the great pictures.
- Excellent job "crewing" today Carey. It was a pleasure to have you on the boat.
- To Corey for masterfully removing the hooks from those goliaths' mouths.
- To Liz and Chris for cleaning the boat so thoroughly when I knew how tired and sunburnt you were.
- To Harey Carey and Corey for cleaning all the fish.
The family enjoyed eating the Amberjack the next night:
Chris, our "official" cameraman for the day, wanted his ugly mug shown one last time:
I have no idea who this next kid is, but judging by the cool hat, he apparently wants to fish with Capt'n Hook and show his Dad how it is done!
I don't know what the odds are of catching, not 1 but 2 huge Goliath groupers in one day (in addition to slaying Amberjacks), but I would imagine they are pretty slim.
I love offshore fishing - even in February!
See you soon, and thanks for reading everyone. Look for LOTS more cool changes and new features coming this spring and summer from Capt'n Hook and crew.
Captain Marc Paul
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