Blaine Morgan has taken some very nice white sea bass, but until today, partly because of the places he dives and partly because of luck, he had never seen a yellowtail under water. Today he saw some and shot one.
That's just about the only good part of the story, but here is the rest.
I planned a trip with Blaine and Kevin Lynds to Catalina. Things started going downhill at 0200, when I woke up with my left forefoot throbbing as if my wife's horse had stepped on it. I have no idea why my foot felt that way. I didn't work out yesterday, and the day before I ran 4 miles with no problem, and the horse didn't step on it. I took some ibuprofen, but it didn't do much good, and I didn't get much more sleep before the alarm went of at 0415.
I had a pretty good idea that I wasn't going to get to dive, but miracles do happen, and of course two guys were counting on me.
As we left the harbor, it was obvious that the National Weather Service had lied. We had a very hard trip to the island, restricted to about 15 knots and still getting pounded. I had planned to head for the East End and then up the back side, but with the weather so bad on the front side, we modified the plan and headed for an East End front side spot. It was still pretty rough even up next to the island, but the water was clear. Each guy said he saw a white sea bass down deep over the sand, but they were out of range. I think Blaine also saw a yellowtail.
We moved to a spot near the quarry, and Blaine saw three yellowtail and shot his first one.
The wind seemed to ease up, so we decided to head around to the back side. I dropped them on two spots, but the current was pretty bad, making it hard to dive. They did see some nice black sea bass though. They finally asked if we could go back to the front side and get some shelter, so we did.
The water was pretty and blue, but they didn't see any yellowtail. Kevin said he saw a very nice white sea bass up in 12 feet of water in heavy kelp next the island, but he lost sight in the kelp.
We left the island about 1600, and while we were going downhill, it was still a nasty ride. It was the first time in years when I felt that I couldn't trust the autopilot, so I had to steer myself. What a drag.
But we made it, and Blaine got a yellowtail.
That's just about the only good part of the story, but here is the rest.
I planned a trip with Blaine and Kevin Lynds to Catalina. Things started going downhill at 0200, when I woke up with my left forefoot throbbing as if my wife's horse had stepped on it. I have no idea why my foot felt that way. I didn't work out yesterday, and the day before I ran 4 miles with no problem, and the horse didn't step on it. I took some ibuprofen, but it didn't do much good, and I didn't get much more sleep before the alarm went of at 0415.
I had a pretty good idea that I wasn't going to get to dive, but miracles do happen, and of course two guys were counting on me.
As we left the harbor, it was obvious that the National Weather Service had lied. We had a very hard trip to the island, restricted to about 15 knots and still getting pounded. I had planned to head for the East End and then up the back side, but with the weather so bad on the front side, we modified the plan and headed for an East End front side spot. It was still pretty rough even up next to the island, but the water was clear. Each guy said he saw a white sea bass down deep over the sand, but they were out of range. I think Blaine also saw a yellowtail.
We moved to a spot near the quarry, and Blaine saw three yellowtail and shot his first one.
The wind seemed to ease up, so we decided to head around to the back side. I dropped them on two spots, but the current was pretty bad, making it hard to dive. They did see some nice black sea bass though. They finally asked if we could go back to the front side and get some shelter, so we did.
The water was pretty and blue, but they didn't see any yellowtail. Kevin said he saw a very nice white sea bass up in 12 feet of water in heavy kelp next the island, but he lost sight in the kelp.
We left the island about 1600, and while we were going downhill, it was still a nasty ride. It was the first time in years when I felt that I couldn't trust the autopilot, so I had to steer myself. What a drag.
But we made it, and Blaine got a yellowtail.