Well the Ho trip of the century fell upon the 23rd of July...Capt Mike and the Dog House (293 Mako) set out with a motley crew of Ho's, we all met at O'Dark Thirty at LBP for run off shore... nice boat...late model 293 Mako Cuddy decked out to the max...NICE BOAT...good Capt...Mike really knows his boat for the limited time he's had her...about the time he sets out a nice spread at the 22 fathom finger and we begin to troll he walks out of the cabin with a threesome stalk of you guessed it... BANANAS...someone brought NANNERS...OH GAWD I say to myself...SAY IT AINT SO...well I say to Capt Mike...I've caught fish widem and I caught fish widoutem...and shrug it off...overboard goes the naners but we been tainted LOL...about 10 minutes after spreads out BANG....Z..Z..Z...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Z goes one of the long lines...NICE FISH...SO MUCH for the NANNERS I'm thankin'...REALLY NICE FISH peeling off LOTS of line....well off we go on the scavenger hunt for the braid belt...Capt Mikes got his hands full with the rod...I'm clearing lines and the rest of the crew is looking for the belt cept for Dan I think his name was...Dan (?) sorry if I getcher name wrong is a Nuclear Technician at a Nuke Plant in Pa. So anywho Dans waiting for the belt, Capt Mike hands off the rod and starts to strap on the Braid Belt with with Dans sizable physique is almost stretched to its GVWR...finally we get it clipped on and strapped onto him and then I notice he's talking in higher and higher tones...the rod butt in now deep in the tenderonies and additional parentage is becoming an issue...we adjust the belt and Dan opens up a can of WUP AZZ on this fish......about 15-20 minutes later we got color...NICE FISH...we already knew this but hey I can say it again....NICE FISH...I'm thinking and Capt Mikes thinking 70-75 BFT about 6 feet from us...Capt Mikes on the gaff and I'm leadering...the fish still green is not too happy about the prospect of the Soy and WASABI in my little yeller bag below...maybe he knew...WHO TOLD HIM?...the NANNERS? Any way while trying to get a little more leader I get wrapped around the wrist....Hmmmm that smarted...pull with the left and get enough slack to get UNWRAPPED and Mr. BFT decides he can already smell the WASABI and Soy and aint quite ready for the ice bath we got planned fer him...he starts trashing and pulls the leader slowly out of my hands and POWWWWW he's gone...just like dat...gone...nada...no soy fer him...I just stand there... feeling like I just dropped off a hot date and I aint finished...aint gonna finish neither...OH WELL...spreads back out and trolling around in all this 81.2 water for what seems like hours...and off to the HOT DOG we go...get near and set lines out again...an hour or so passes and BAM...Football BFT...well well...maybe we aint got stank on us after all...Capt Mike says Dunk the Dink and back into the water he goes...(I admire the fact he dunked the dink, I dont like culling deads for a larger fish) and thats all she wrote...did see a small White Marlin in the spread but he was a ghost and gone...run back to Rudee fer gas and cruise the ocean front trolling fer Kings...couple of hookups but prolly spanish hitting the stretches...lines in and on plane for the dock at LBP...clean up and man did I sleep good...All in all an excellent day on the water...saw Big turtles, a Mola Mola (ocean sunfish) hundreds of dolpin and lots of beautiful blue water...Good job Capt Mike...