Since I masquerade as a diver it’s time to tell a fish story. I usually start hunting white sea bass in late Feb or March, but this wear with horrible weather, poor visibility and things like covid and cataract surgery, this weekend was the first time I got out. I took the A team, Dam Nguyen and Peter Yee. These guys are not only great spearfishermen but great buddies for an octogenarian. They help me get into my wetsuit and booties before they even take off their street clothes. I get into the water first before they spook the fish. In this case it didn’t help much. I didn’t last very long in the 55 degree water but that’s not their fault. Dam is skinny and always bitches about the cold, but he stays in the water longer than anyone else. This time it payed off. At our fourth stop I knew I was not getting in the water and Peter was pretty sure he wasn’t. So Dan popped up and shouted that he had speared one. Of course it went to the bottom at 65 feet and wrapped in the kelp. That would be a challenge for many Freedivers but no problem for Dam. After many dives he cut it out and got it to the boat. It weighed 78 pounds, which made it the heaviest fish taken from my boat by a margin of 10 pounds. Of course Dam would be the one to do that. About 10 years ago he took one over 60 pounds with a pole spear. Ho hum.
The shaft is still in the fish since the slip tip was toggled inside and took major surgery to remove.
The background may have been altered just a bit to avoid causing members of the Long Beach Neptunes bitching about giving away their secret spot.
The shaft is still in the fish since the slip tip was toggled inside and took major surgery to remove.
The background may have been altered just a bit to avoid causing members of the Long Beach Neptunes bitching about giving away their secret spot.
