Soundking
10-01-2005, 05:12 PM
After nearly three weeks off the water, I was tearing my hair out to get out there. It drives me nuts not to put up numbers in a bite like this. I lost my mojo, I no longer had dreams of crashing tuna, I was too focused on ladies and school. I needed to recover my mojo and get it done. So like Austin in the second movie, I was in search of my mojo this morning with my Dad.
I got the call two nights ago that the cat was getting hauled this week. It took all the man in me not to cry my eyes out at this news. I simply responded: "Dad, before you do this sacrilige, please let me get you a tuna". He allowed it. Left Beverly this morning at 0600 and headed south-southeast. After an hour long run we pulled up on the first school of the morning. A handfull of fish feeding lazily, popper fish. One throw with the popper and I was tight, and four minutes later torpedoed a little 25 pounder back into the ocean. Dad was now salivating...I smirked and pulled the 12 from under the gunwale. I rigged it up with a modified Moody Bunny in a peanut bunker flavor and drove around looking for a big feed. Found one soonthereafter and threw the boat into neutral about 75 yards away...as we got into range, I turned the wheel so that we were now dead in the water, perpendicular to the fish only 70 feet away with the school coming at us. Ideal fly shot. Dad made a great cast, and put it in front of the school. Five strips into the retrieve he came tight on a fish. After some coaching and jubilaint yells from his son, he landed his first Bluefin. I was so stoked for the guy. Only about 30 pounds, but to see your old man so stoked....amazing. He's a fly purist, so getting him that fish meant so much more than any other fish I had seen caught on my boat...just sneaking past Mike's First tuna. After that we ran back into port and enjoyed a nice breakfast and talk. Great day, and a great day to end the season on the cat. Shorebound from now on, but you can bet I'll do my best to slay em.
Yeah Baby, Yeah.....
JJ
I got the call two nights ago that the cat was getting hauled this week. It took all the man in me not to cry my eyes out at this news. I simply responded: "Dad, before you do this sacrilige, please let me get you a tuna". He allowed it. Left Beverly this morning at 0600 and headed south-southeast. After an hour long run we pulled up on the first school of the morning. A handfull of fish feeding lazily, popper fish. One throw with the popper and I was tight, and four minutes later torpedoed a little 25 pounder back into the ocean. Dad was now salivating...I smirked and pulled the 12 from under the gunwale. I rigged it up with a modified Moody Bunny in a peanut bunker flavor and drove around looking for a big feed. Found one soonthereafter and threw the boat into neutral about 75 yards away...as we got into range, I turned the wheel so that we were now dead in the water, perpendicular to the fish only 70 feet away with the school coming at us. Ideal fly shot. Dad made a great cast, and put it in front of the school. Five strips into the retrieve he came tight on a fish. After some coaching and jubilaint yells from his son, he landed his first Bluefin. I was so stoked for the guy. Only about 30 pounds, but to see your old man so stoked....amazing. He's a fly purist, so getting him that fish meant so much more than any other fish I had seen caught on my boat...just sneaking past Mike's First tuna. After that we ran back into port and enjoyed a nice breakfast and talk. Great day, and a great day to end the season on the cat. Shorebound from now on, but you can bet I'll do my best to slay em.
Yeah Baby, Yeah.....
JJ