Went out with a friend at the crack of dawn on friday. weather was amazing.
we got to the World and i jumped in. the minute i get down, 5m. i spot what looks like a 20kg. hamour. this is 5 minutes into the day. i have my 110 loaded, with a 7mm and a single 16mm rubber. i line it up with the fish, right in between the eyes and pull the trigger. to my dismay, my shaft bounces off its face. and the hamour just swims away. my buddies, in seeing all this hit the water.
2 hours later the security boat comes by and asks us to leave. after a little chitchatting, they tell us we can fish the outerwall. in an attempt to save face we just leave and head out to a wreck.
we get there and its 11:30am
the sun is blazing and i still have a score to settle.
we jump in. this is basically open water. the closest you can get to bluewater in dubai, or so i made myself belive. floats and line were out, spare guns loaded.
we hit the water and are circled by a school of small jash. i find a decent sized one and pop the shot. thwack. one dead fish.
as soon as i shot it, one of the barracuda that was circling below starts to come up. and then another, and another. pretty soon i have a strugling jash and 10 barracuda surrounding me and my partner.
the jash is tossed into the boat. out comes the picasso 110. my buddy dives down and stones a cuda. as soon as we caught anything, it went straight onto the boat, as the cuda were getting pretty frisky.
i dove down. shot a cuda. good strong and secure shot. as i start to bring up the cuda, more start to follow taking nibbles out of their fallen comrade. freakin cannibals. im bringing it up slowly so that my partner can get a shot off at one of the bigger ones bellow. he doesnt. by the time i get it up, half the cuda is gone. freakin cannibals.
we continue to work the school of jash in hopes of finding really big ones. we dont. at least not till the end of the dive.
at one point, i look down. i pack my lungs and head down. i find THE biggest cuda ive seen in my life. i shoot it. it almost spools half of my reel. in the process i try to hold on to the line. big mistake. the line cuts right through the glove and into my finger. i let go. the minute a drop of my blood mix with the water, the next 3 biggest cudas turn and face me with their shinny teeth. that is when im out. as i kicked to the surface i could feel my line still tight in my hands. i fought the fish for a few minutes but it managed to get loose. the only consolation i have is that it will be eaten by fellow cudas. freaking cannibals
we got to the World and i jumped in. the minute i get down, 5m. i spot what looks like a 20kg. hamour. this is 5 minutes into the day. i have my 110 loaded, with a 7mm and a single 16mm rubber. i line it up with the fish, right in between the eyes and pull the trigger. to my dismay, my shaft bounces off its face. and the hamour just swims away. my buddies, in seeing all this hit the water.
2 hours later the security boat comes by and asks us to leave. after a little chitchatting, they tell us we can fish the outerwall. in an attempt to save face we just leave and head out to a wreck.
we get there and its 11:30am
the sun is blazing and i still have a score to settle.
we jump in. this is basically open water. the closest you can get to bluewater in dubai, or so i made myself belive. floats and line were out, spare guns loaded.
we hit the water and are circled by a school of small jash. i find a decent sized one and pop the shot. thwack. one dead fish.
as soon as i shot it, one of the barracuda that was circling below starts to come up. and then another, and another. pretty soon i have a strugling jash and 10 barracuda surrounding me and my partner.
the jash is tossed into the boat. out comes the picasso 110. my buddy dives down and stones a cuda. as soon as we caught anything, it went straight onto the boat, as the cuda were getting pretty frisky.
i dove down. shot a cuda. good strong and secure shot. as i start to bring up the cuda, more start to follow taking nibbles out of their fallen comrade. freakin cannibals. im bringing it up slowly so that my partner can get a shot off at one of the bigger ones bellow. he doesnt. by the time i get it up, half the cuda is gone. freakin cannibals.
we continue to work the school of jash in hopes of finding really big ones. we dont. at least not till the end of the dive.
at one point, i look down. i pack my lungs and head down. i find THE biggest cuda ive seen in my life. i shoot it. it almost spools half of my reel. in the process i try to hold on to the line. big mistake. the line cuts right through the glove and into my finger. i let go. the minute a drop of my blood mix with the water, the next 3 biggest cudas turn and face me with their shinny teeth. that is when im out. as i kicked to the surface i could feel my line still tight in my hands. i fought the fish for a few minutes but it managed to get loose. the only consolation i have is that it will be eaten by fellow cudas. freaking cannibals
