But what's wrong with me?
Today I went out with Alex Ray and Daniel Burke.
Vis was almost top to bottom, and there was quite a bit of bait. There was just nothing big but black sea bass- lots of them. Since we had already looked at a few other spots and they didn't look good, we decided to stick it out at this one.
After an hour's rest while they patiently listened to my old stories, we went back in. Nothing much had changed except the direction and velocity of the current, but it was still acceptable for old farts. Things still looked nice, but no fish. So we took another break.
We gave it a lot of effort, and Alex and I met back off the stern of the boat about 4:15 PM and decided that we just had to move and try another spot while we still had a chance, so we climbed aboard. Then we looked out and saw Daniel's float on the surface, so Alex went out to help him cut it out. It weighed 40 pounds.
After photos, high fives, and weighing, Alex and I decided maybe should give the spot another chance after all. He saw a single yellowtail and a group of three yellowtail, but couldn't get a shot. It seemed that all I could see was black sea bass. Pairs would circle under me, waiting for me to dive. One time after I leveled off at 20 feet or so, a two hundred pounder came at me pretty fast and veered off just before hitting my tip. I poked it hard once and it didn't flinch, so I did it again. It still didn't seem to notice. So I started up and saw another one right behind me. I think they were double teaming me. I don't think I've ever seen so many black sea bass, and for sure I've never seen them so brazen.
It was getting late and the low sun make it harder to see, but I eventually saw a couple of single wsb. One was level with me at about 25 feet on the edge of vis and I thought sure it was a black sea bass. By the time I decided it was a white, I didn't have a good shot. Another one was right below me while I was at about 20 feet. It was hard to see and I really couldn't tell which kind it was as I tracked it. Finally I was sure it was a white, so took a long shot and missed.
I suck so bad.
Alex did better of course, and shot a 32 pounder. You can see from the photo that it was spawned out and very skinny.
There was a little light left, but I was damn tired after diving all day. I think I'd be better off doing chores around the house or taking my wife to an early matinee and then launching at 4 PM. I keep hoping that we'll luck into fish early and get home at a decent hour, but then it seems that we never see fish until late.
Today I went out with Alex Ray and Daniel Burke.
Vis was almost top to bottom, and there was quite a bit of bait. There was just nothing big but black sea bass- lots of them. Since we had already looked at a few other spots and they didn't look good, we decided to stick it out at this one.
After an hour's rest while they patiently listened to my old stories, we went back in. Nothing much had changed except the direction and velocity of the current, but it was still acceptable for old farts. Things still looked nice, but no fish. So we took another break.
We gave it a lot of effort, and Alex and I met back off the stern of the boat about 4:15 PM and decided that we just had to move and try another spot while we still had a chance, so we climbed aboard. Then we looked out and saw Daniel's float on the surface, so Alex went out to help him cut it out. It weighed 40 pounds.
After photos, high fives, and weighing, Alex and I decided maybe should give the spot another chance after all. He saw a single yellowtail and a group of three yellowtail, but couldn't get a shot. It seemed that all I could see was black sea bass. Pairs would circle under me, waiting for me to dive. One time after I leveled off at 20 feet or so, a two hundred pounder came at me pretty fast and veered off just before hitting my tip. I poked it hard once and it didn't flinch, so I did it again. It still didn't seem to notice. So I started up and saw another one right behind me. I think they were double teaming me. I don't think I've ever seen so many black sea bass, and for sure I've never seen them so brazen.
It was getting late and the low sun make it harder to see, but I eventually saw a couple of single wsb. One was level with me at about 25 feet on the edge of vis and I thought sure it was a black sea bass. By the time I decided it was a white, I didn't have a good shot. Another one was right below me while I was at about 20 feet. It was hard to see and I really couldn't tell which kind it was as I tracked it. Finally I was sure it was a white, so took a long shot and missed.
I suck so bad.
Alex did better of course, and shot a 32 pounder. You can see from the photo that it was spawned out and very skinny.
There was a little light left, but I was damn tired after diving all day. I think I'd be better off doing chores around the house or taking my wife to an early matinee and then launching at 4 PM. I keep hoping that we'll luck into fish early and get home at a decent hour, but then it seems that we never see fish until late.
