Some Good Ol’ Fashion Family Fishing Fun Offshore
Great Company + Cold Beers + PERFECT Weather + Consistent Fishing Action. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate another trip around the sun & another year of my wife somehow putting up with my shenanigans!
I feel extremely lucky to have a married into a family that loves the water & fishing as much I do. So family reunions never suck as boat days are always factored in. So with all 7 of us loaded up and plenty of provisions, we headed out for a day of fun offshore. The pre-game plan was to head down & outside in search of kelp paddies in the morning before pushing further down the line to a bluefin zone we had intel on. The first part of said plan came together in no time. Picking out paddies with birds stacked on a very distinct, unmissable color break.
We started our day warming up on some nice sized bonito (“Well Dale, they are what we call a trophy fish. So, yeah, they’re pretty big.” Sorry – had to) as well as smaller grade yellowtail. All released but not without taking some big, cheesy smile grip and grin pictures first!
Turns out that the old “time flies when you’re having fun” adage is 100% true. We kept paddy hopping from one loaded kelp to the next. Working the same zone as the morning slipped away and the slack low tide hit. It’s always hard to leave a zone with so much life. Plus plenty of gamefish that were eager to play and providing bottomless “Yewwwsss” and good times. But we wanted to at least take a look at a few other zones in hopes of putting a bluefin on the deck.
Unfortunately that part of the plan proved fruitless as we drove through some very dirty water, lifeless zones. No surface signs of life. Minimal bait on the fish finder (especially vs. what we were seeing earlier). And with daylight waning, we spun back north, working closer to the beach en route home. We did roll over a few small spots of 40-60 lbs. tuna under birds but never had a good chance to set up on them before scattering. So in a final attempt with hopes the sunset slack high tide would turn things on, we blasted back northwest to find some cleaner water around the 371/302 spots.
Well, no signs of tuna here either but found more paddy Yellows to cap an epic day. We somehow managed to log 175 miles in and had an absolute blast on steady action fishing. No official fish count kept, we wound up pulling on fish the entire day with a few iced down in the bag for dinner(s). This was truly a special weekend fill with the most important F-words: Friends. Family. Fishing.