Blackjack and I, aboard the short money Blackjack, ran out of Scituate Harbor around 5 a.m. We immediately found birds and bait, but nothing on them. After awhile it was looking like just another day, identical to the past three trips for tuna. I believe "I" made the call to head north a bit (leave Too Fly at the dock, Pffft!) and not two miles later we found a few masses of birds and whales. Only this area looked a little livelier than previously seen. We waited it out several minutes and BOOM! Giant explosions went off in the melee of whales, birds and an unknown source of violent splashes. We thought maybe they were pilot whales or dolphin because the pushes just beneath the surface were massive and they didn't reveal the backs of tuna. So we kept chucking plugs into them and finally we saw our first tuna crash nearby. It was on and we were giggling 'lil b!tches. Blackjack hooks up! My knees are knocking, while trying to get decent shots into the frenzy. A couple pops and I'm on. We're doubled up and lovin' life. BJ is pumping his rod and cranking his reel while letting out Gawd aweful, YET MANLY I might add, moans and groans.
Minutes later and he's off. He asks for a cigarette and wants to cuddle. I'm puzzled and create distance between us... Before I know it, my Slim Beauty fails, releasing the tuna with a Yo-Zuri and 6' of Seaguar. BJ is taking more shots at tuna. There's no time to re-rig my spinner, so I limp-wristedly (that a word?) lob my Butterfly jig at them. "EEEEEEEEEE!"
A couple cranks and I hook-up. She's off to the races and before I know it, the Accurate's drag is full-on with my thumb on the spool, trying to slow her down. BJ maneuvers the boat, reluctantly watching the tuna make their getaway. "Sorry again bro."
Thirty minutes and this thing is kicking my fat a$$. We catch a glimpse of green and finally see her on the surface. She makes another big run. BJ is meanwhile giving me pep talks. But the no sleep, no breakfast and poorly hydrated "Too Fly" (shhheah, right
) is getting his a$$ handed to him while he takes a half dozen breaks on one knee (sorry for the third person reference). Finally BJ makes the gaff shot and the fish is in the boat. She measured 59 AND 1/4" inches, but who's counting.
In my new Buff (thankfully for you viewers, not in the buff):
Love! this set-up: