What I wouldn't do for ONE PRETTY DAY to go fishing! This morning, Tom and gang from
Maryland went with Tuggy and I.
The morning's weather was pretty good, but everyone knew that a very very strong line of Storms would ruin our day if we stayed out too long..... The challenge was, to catch some pretty fish early. And the inshore fishing has been slow. So we went looking for a
Big Fish early. Rigged up with
2 packs of Ballyhoo and
4 dozen live Shad, we decided to
troll from the
Sea Bouy area over towards
Big 10 Fathom.... The
trolling was slow and a waste of time for the first 90 minutes.
As we neared out destination, we missed a bite.... Then we hooked a smoker! Ripped 100 yards of line. As TBone pulled the rod from the holder, the line went limp! What the hell! The rig had been bitten off.... The discussions began..... Inshore Wahoo? Large King Mackerel? Barracuda? Who knows? 100 yards seems like a lot for a "ballyhoo King". An "inshore Wahoo" is always rare. And Barracuda on Ballyhoo is a little odd. They are usually smarter than that..... Well, 5 minutes later it happened again.... Only this time it ended quickly. I must say, the rod was bucking wildly. The drag was bouncy at best and the fish cleared the air 50 feet off the stern! But, no one could identify it..... It was gone and it was over..... As we soaked in our disappointment of
2 potential Wahoos lost, the realization that
the entire horizon to the north had became dark and scary looking. We sat
15 miles south of Beaufort Inlet.
No fish in the box. Two rigs bitten off.....
Sad. Bleak. Scary. We needed action and we needed it quick! Together, we made the decision to try
livebait. Live bait can draw a quick bite, but you have to be in a good spot. As Tuggy deployed the
3rd live bait, I looked up from putting up the
trolling tackle. A quick check of my GPS Plotter and I didn't like where we were. It was fine for
fast trolling, but
slow trolling here raised too many questions. We were running out of time. The wind had increased and a SE Chop had developed...... I knew that one of my favorite places was
3/4 of a mile away.
Slow Trolling would take too long.
We SHOULD'VE been headed home. Instead, we were still trying to "save the day". I quickly cranked in our baits and gunned the throttles to the East. As we came off plane and dropped speed, I tossed out a fresh menhaden. Within seconds I felt a tug. I quickly turned the clicker on my Avet Reel and as my crew was still rising from their seats, I announced "hooked up". Tom quickly claimed the rod. In the next 10 minutes, we landed 3 Amberjacks from 18 to 38 lbs, and broke off 2 others. Without even wasting a minute to take photos, we turned the
Top Water Boat towards
Beaufort Inlet and raced for home.
Menacing black clouds spewed thunderbolts from the heavens as we got closer and closer over the next 30 minutes. Cloud to Ground Lightning was intense a shade west of our destination. We literally beat the storm to Beaufort Inlet by 5 minutes. That was huge. Getting "caught" in the Ocean changes everything. breathing a sigh of relief, but it was still a race to the Landing. We ran "hooked up" to Lennoxville Point and entered Taylor's Creek. You could feel the temperature drop and see the rain approaching. Now, safety was no longer a real issue, it was about staying dry! With Tom and family making a run for it, Tuggy and I worked in perfect unison, we literally beat the rain by 20 seconds and got the
Top Water Boat on the Trailer. Tuggy and I got soaked at the House. Perfect. I needed a shower anyway.
Total Catch for the Day: 3 Amberjacks from 18 to 38 lbs