Well Salties, how are you doing out there? How’s that El Nino hangover feeling?
It’s been a stark contrast this year so far versus last year. I was reminded just how much seeing Capt. Jeffrey Markland of Thunderbird Sportfishing post some pics from this time last year.
Remember those bluefin?
It’s made dealing with the current state of our fishery feel like the longest, dreariest closure in a long time.
Personally, I can’t really complain. Colonet was a blast. I’m going to Puerto Vallarta to chase cow tuna with Capt. Keith Denette on the Maximus in a couple weeks. But that’s two trips in two months. In between though, I’ve done some of my more “traditional” winter fishing pursuits.
I remember when fishing for sculpin meant lots of easy catching? A few weeks back, I went down to Dana Wharf for a sculpin and bass trip on the Clemente with Capt. Corey Leiser. Corey had spots. It’s just that you don’t expect it to be tough to put together a bag of sculpin…but it was. I also don’t remember having to fish as deep as we did to get it done. It was great to get out on the water and see some friends, but a tough day of fishing.
I’ve gotten back on a sand a little too. There was a failed halibut mission in Long Beach. And a recent disappearing act by the surf perch in Malibu, where even fishing the “crack” (Berkeley Gulp! Sandworms) barely elicited a bite. It used be I could bring my kids out and it was easy, fun fishing. Not so much lately.
Despite the gloom and doom, take heart!
That yellowtail bite down in the Fingerbank area that I wrote about earlier this week seems to be headed our way. Boats are getting out of the yard and ready to start the season. The rockfish closure is coming to an end, and the Fred Hall Show is just around the corner.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Hang in there.