Left home at 3:30 from Fullerton met up with my brother around 4 and arrive at lj approximately 530. So we're full of excitement unloading anxious to launch threw ankle slappers. When it was time to find parking the tires where 2' in sand stuck! Waited a good hour till a city worker named Justin brought his tracker and pulled us out (we owe him a case)we finally launch to grey skies and very light breeze and glassy conditions. Met a few awesome guys out there that where willing to give us tips a pointers. Struggled to make bait at first, caught a few and headed out. Trolled and jig for a few hours and nothing. We where heading in and decided to go towards the pier when my line started to play that tune. After 2 minutes of fighting and my Penn 4/0 completely locked down (32# drag) I became very anxious to know what it was. It was 7' thresher that I wanted
Nothing to do with. 3 minutes later I'm looking over to see who's around and saw my brother and 2 other comrades that we met out there with there gaffs and a rope ready to help me land what felt like a monster! Lol... Not long after the 65# mono snapped. What a experience,never felt power like that.i have a lot respect for the ocean and the guys that land these beast.
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