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Join Date: Mar 2007
Location: Seven minutes from the launch!
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Ice fishing...close enough.
Besides last weekend, I haven't been able to fish this month as much as I would have liked. A couple of nice swells paired up with perfect conditions kept me buisy, and finally winter is here (58 degree water). After watching the rain for days on end, and considering running off to the local mountains and snowboarding some fresh powder (a few feet in some places), I had a dilemma
![]() ![]() ![]() Long and fat, just shy of 35 lbs....but felt like a 80 lb Wahoo when she ate my iron on the long rod, FUN! I was stoked to have a fish like this on deck, but a little pissed to not be able to fish the rest of the day. I had packed an awesome lunch with plenty to drink, but I really like to take care of the fatty Hamachi (Put on ice as soon as possible for 24 hours). With intentions of coming back for the afternoon, I headed back to the launch for a quick trip home. At home I decided to treat myself, and packed a couple of beers on ice for the afternoon session. By the time I made it back to the launch, the 15 mph offshore wind had switched to 15 mph onshore wind, and I almost turned around. Then I looked at those glistening cold-ones in the back, and thought about my crazy Tady 45 that swims like a mermaid, what the hell. I made bait this time and moved back to the scene of the crime, but it didn't look the same. Around 3:00 p.m. a pile of birds stacked in the distance, but even with the bino's I couldn't see with the heavy glare of the sun in my eyes. I did the fire drill, releasing my mackerel off the bottom and letting my flyline bait swim off, before racing into the distance. After a five minute pursuit, I figured out with the bino's it was just porps. I'm way off my zone, but thirty minutes later I see my intended target breezing by. Out comes Excalibur again, a long cast and one more pissed off Yellowtail inhales my jig. ![]() Not a lobster pot in sight, so I made quick work of this little guy...but he still kicked my ass on the long rod ![]()
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