Discussion in 'San Diego Long Range fishing Reports' started by Nebraska, Feb 7, 2019.
How did I know the raider throwing wahoo whisperer was cinquos puntos
He's an animal at wahoo fishing and a great man
The wahoo picture reveals all! You were wearing the wrong color shorts! Wahoo love green best with Raider jigs, I thought that you knew that. . .
I had a feeling that it was Stephen that you were talking about. He can always be counted on to kill it when wahoo fishing.
Another great read. Yep that guy knows them wahoo. I also picked his brain before. Keep it coming brother. Thanks for the professional reports
That's One Big Fish
I grab the foregrip first as I slide in next to Sam and the fully take over the rod. The weight of these kite rods and sheer size of the larger reel make a cumbersome combo and I'm glad I don't have to flyline a sardine on this thing all day but I get a good grip and hold on. Now that we have come tight on the fish, it truly gets a sense of the hot mess it is in and takes a magnificent initial run. I even remember thinking the line was quite a long ways out to start with and now this fish is running away from the boat. I navigate over most of the anglers to the starboard corner and Jack comes up at my side. 'Doin good Nebraska, we got a big fish on here?' He pulls on the line a few pulls as I reel as all deck hands love to do. This is a big fish and I can feel the lunge as it changes directions and tries to spit the hook multiple times in the first few minutes. The fish takes another massive run and I begin to worry about if I have enough line on the reel but Jack assures me these massive reels have a ton of line on them and we are just fine...for now. The fish stays high in the water column and I begin to gain a little line as it changes direction and heads further towards my side instead of directly behind the boat. It is a false sense of confidence as I 'easily' gain line because of the angle change of the fish and as soon as the fish is about straight out the side of the boat it takes another massive run losing any line I may have gained. Violent head shakes and Jack calmly reminds to just smoothly reel through them so the fish can't spit the hook. I end up in practically a stand off for 20 or 30 minutes as I can't do much to the fish and he is out in the current changing directions, big rounds of head shakes... this fish is simply pissed. Eventually the fish begins to dive.I make a little slow gains while the fish goes below the boat and I see the beautiful slow tail beat as clear as day. This is not a butterball grade of fish and I actually get nervous for the first time of the fight. I've survived the first 45 minutes or so 'crazy' section of the fight and now I am straight up and down and I'm getting 1 step closer to having a chance at landing this fish. It becomes more real.
Another angler hooks the last fish of the evening as the bite is wrapping up with the darkness and he has a 40ish pound fish on. The angler hasn't touched many fish yet and is thrilled to be hooked up and frankly has absolutely the same right to fight and try and land his fish as I do but his fish comes to the starboard corner and is just below deep color and begins to wrap my fish up. Instantly 4 deck hands, multiple spotlights and a sense of urgency comes over the corner as I don't have the rod in my hand for the first time of the fight. Deck hands are trying to get these fish separated and asses the potential mess they have. I watch the deckhand put the reel in free spool and later tells me it helps bring the wraps to the surface for them to see which way the fish are tangled. My heart sinks and I fear the worst. Same scenario, same corner a year ago and I lost what would have been my first cow to getting wrapped up on another fish. To be standing back and watch that rod tip pop straight is the worst feeling in the world and I'm having flashbacks as I pace back n forth 5 feet from the corner. Out of nowhere, they separate the two fish, grab the other angler, take the smaller fish up towards the bow 10ish steps and help him lay the wood to his fish and bring it to the rail in just moments. The gentleman is thrilled to land his fish and now the rail is clear. I am still hooked up and have dodged a major bullet. This fish is still pinned. I re-acquire the rod and get back to work on my fish. This big wind moves even the stern of the boat enough that I can essentially pin the rod to the rail and let the swell and movement of the boat do most of the work and I just have to keep up with the line. I catch Jack stopping me just a half a crank short of everything I could get on the way down and he tells me we have the fish coming up slowly and smoothly and this will prevent a herky jerky pressure on the fish so I just watch my rod tip and listen to his voice as we take each and every single swell as it's own moment in time. Miraculously, nothing on me hurts. I am still breathing through my nose, I am comfortable with my elbow on the rail in the corner and I don't have an angler within 5 yards of me as many folks are already freshening up for supper. We keep making steady gains minus a few angle changes but this fish slowly just keeps corksrewing up in the starboard corner. I make it to deep color and I get butterflies as I look over the rail at the fish. It almost seems taboo sometimes to my brain but it makes my heart skip a beat. One deckhand is running a spotlight, another has a Y out as these circles are taking me near the hull now. Another stands by with the first gaff and all along Jack is just right by my side. It gets harder and harder as the angle change on the line becomes more severe as the fish gets closer but out of nowhere I hear Sam say 'one more time around and I am going to need you to lift hard'... the fish comes near the surface, scoops out wide, tries to dive again and I hear the magic words. LIFT! I recall bending my knees and raring back on the rod as hard as I can and then it happens...they stick this beautiful fish and I go to free spool.
Oh my god is this fish beautiful. 182 pounds and the new biggest fish of my life. It's stunning. Massive. As long as I am tall. It even has a decent sickle to it and I look at this massive fish on the deck in the synthetic bring light of the deck. A big hug and high five for Jack. Then high fives all around.
I remember Captain Bill telling one of the deck hands to grab the fish cone and he is going to go grab the camera. I'm going to make the Intrepid Website. All these years... for years now I have been seeing facebook posts of these beautiful fish on the Intrepid page and hitting the like button and thinking god, I would love to catch one of those fish...and now I have. I know it isn't a cow but frankly that is even cooler. My old pb was 154 and this fish whoops that things butt. Even better that I get to savor another milestone hopefully in the future. Jack gets the fish's nose in the cone and stands it up. They hose the fish off so it has a beautiful clean appearance and even the deck below the fish. I come in to the side of Jack and grab a piece of this magnificent creature. Bill snaps a few pictures and my mentor has me turn and he snaps a few as well. Jack manages to return the fish horizontal without breaking himself in the process and a gill and gut ensues. Some more high fives and hugs and the fish slips into the RSW. I just stand there leaning against the rail in awe. I eventually realize I never even took a picture of the fish with my own phone. I was simply in the moment...my moment... and it was rad. God I love this shit.
We head inside and many are already eating their salad but god forbid I miss a meal and I manage to find a spot and a glass of red and enjoy a meal. Heading downstairs for a shower and only then does the adrenaline start to wear off as I grab the rail to go down the steps and I realize my thumb, my left hand and a few other parts of my body were a little surprised by my day but I assure them some more advil and a chocolate chip cookie for luck in the morning, and they will be all better.
Bravo! Gripping read.
Beware of pissed off teenagers!
Way to go! And you still have a bunch of milestones left . . . first cow, first kamikazi cow, first encounter with Godzilla (resulting in complete spooling in about 90 seconds,) first broken rod or reel during a fight, . . . so many adventures yet to come!
I was by your side the entire time. Thank you.
Another great read congrats are in order for yet another milestone. Beautiful grade fish.
Great read. Congrats. Jack Wroncy is one of, if not THE best deck hand I've ever fished with.
Nice fish Craig!
What a thriller! Love the read once again Nebraska, Jack by your side and Sam in control, perfect!!!
Thanks for the great write up. I realized I was holding my breathe for the last paragraph waiting for the gaffs to sink into the fish. Congrats.
This is what keeps us coming back! Bravo!!!
So good. A February Nebraska report is hard to beat. The man has a talent for capturing the essence of the experience that we all are pursuing. Bravo my midwestern friend - you make me happy to be a fisherman.
Wow is all I can say. Felt like I was on the boat watching you. You are an artist with words. Thanks for the great write up.
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