Late yesterday afternoon I went out with my friends Rich and John to see if the "hour before sunset" theory for white sea bass was still true. Rich and I didn't see any, but John got one the hard way.
He was at about 15 feet down and a nice fish gave him an easy shot, so he took it. He seemed to have stoned the fish, and it barely quivered as it sank and wrapped the line around some kelp at around 25 feet. He dove, cut some kelp, and thought he had freed it, but he ran out of breath so just grabbed the shaft to take the fish with him as he came up. Much to his surprise, the slip tip pulled out and the fish sank, barely kicking. The water was about 45 feet deep. He reloaded and started looking on the bottom, and was surprised to find it again, but it was still barely kicking and got out of range, so he had to go up for air and dive again. This time he got a shot and dulled his slip tip on the rock bottom, but at least he had the fish again. The fish weighed 35 pounds, nothing special but still nice, but John decided to have some fun with it.
Another friend is leading a new competition with a 51.5 pound fish that he took recently.
http://forums.deeperblue.com/threads/later-is-better.100306/
When we got back to the launch ramp, John held the fish on the scale while Rich pulled down on the tail until the scale read 59 pounds, and I took a photo of the scale. We texted the photo to Joel and got the predictable reaction. But after I got home, my conscience (aka my wife) insisted that I text the photo showing the whole story. We wanted Joel to be able to sleep well.
He was at about 15 feet down and a nice fish gave him an easy shot, so he took it. He seemed to have stoned the fish, and it barely quivered as it sank and wrapped the line around some kelp at around 25 feet. He dove, cut some kelp, and thought he had freed it, but he ran out of breath so just grabbed the shaft to take the fish with him as he came up. Much to his surprise, the slip tip pulled out and the fish sank, barely kicking. The water was about 45 feet deep. He reloaded and started looking on the bottom, and was surprised to find it again, but it was still barely kicking and got out of range, so he had to go up for air and dive again. This time he got a shot and dulled his slip tip on the rock bottom, but at least he had the fish again. The fish weighed 35 pounds, nothing special but still nice, but John decided to have some fun with it.
Another friend is leading a new competition with a 51.5 pound fish that he took recently.
http://forums.deeperblue.com/threads/later-is-better.100306/
When we got back to the launch ramp, John held the fish on the scale while Rich pulled down on the tail until the scale read 59 pounds, and I took a photo of the scale. We texted the photo to Joel and got the predictable reaction. But after I got home, my conscience (aka my wife) insisted that I text the photo showing the whole story. We wanted Joel to be able to sleep well.