Here's the other details Chris.
I couldn't have caught the fish without my fishing partner Bryan!!!
Fish hits and it's and it's chaos immediately! Fish is tangled in the other 3 sticks fishing lines annnnd the drift-sock, yes the wind was up early. We carefully untangle the line from the drift sock, then the first fishing line, then the second fishing line, and finally the third fishing line.
I thought it was a T
at first only to realize I couldn't feel and T
-tail against the line, but nevertheless we had to chase down the fish. After 10 minutes of chasing the fish with Bryan driving the boat I realized no T
today. Then I thought it was a big BSB
only to find that was not the case either. Finally, color at 15 minutes and yelled to Bryan "it's a fucking big WSB, get the fucking gaff!".
A couple last circles and my fishing partner stuck the WSB, and we, YES WE, hoisted the brute onto the deck with a huge fucking THUD. It felt like something had collided with my boat. Believe it or not that was the only hit we had all day until we called it quits at 115. After a few pictures, and weighing the fish we put all the bait in one side of my 80 gallon split bait and dropped the PIG nose-down in one side of the bait tank to bleed out. Once we got back outside the harbor and were drifting for Halibut again we hoisted the fish out and iced it down closing the lid of the ice-chest with the tail hanging out a smidge. The weather was crisp in the early morning turning to spectacular up until the time we quit. Water temp was 60.5 where/when I caught the WSB with Porpoise and fin bait everywhere. Called in a couple boats that were within a few miles for some photo ops. All in all any day fishing . . . .