Rocky Point gives up a decent tail on a Tady 45 holographic mack pattern.
10-9-16, no swell, little breeze, 65 ish water, little current, early AM bite. Lotsa "Pencil Pike" and calicos present. Yellow was 21lbs on bathroom scale, stomach contents 2 small pelagic finfish. Caught on a Daiwa sealine-x and Penn Sabre, 30lb line. The sealine handle broke, I recommend you rethink using the stock handle.
Well, after looking at "Lake Placid" for the past two weeks, I could stand it no longer. Saturday night I told the woman, "I'm going fishin". I woke at 3, went back to bed swearing to sleep for just another hour, and rewoke at 4am. Out to load the boat, motor, gas, and rods in the car. I filled up the tank, thinking it was going to be more of a MPG test run than anything.
I get down to the SBLR in King Harbor to find only one other launcher there, calm conditions, and full nighttime darkness. Remembering I brought no flashlight, I also regretted the candybar surface iron and fresh bottle of pro-cure I forgot at home on the TV. By the time I was all set up, it was first light. I jumped in hoping maybe I could score some live bait. I found nobody home at the receiver. "Whatever" As I pulled the u-turn to leave the harbor, I see the Indian preparing to exit. I let them go first, and figured I could race them to the point. Well, I forgot to start navionics, so after ducking into their wake a time or two I laid on the throttle and booked over to Rocky Point.
At about Topaz Jetty I passed the Indian. I squirted on as fast as the flopping roll up floor would allow, and found myself at Rocky Point almost totally alone. There was no one on the point. I looked back, and saw the Indian about a mile behind me. One or two boats were inshore of me, so I puttered around for a while figuring out a game plan. I had NO bait. Live or dead. I thought about the prospect of making macks, but I saw no bait puddling, and a couple of probes with an AA single tail failed to illicit any subsurface interest.
Well, I opted for a fallback plan. Lobster pots were present. I figured that any feeding fish would be clustered in the general area of the string of floats that crosses the point. I worked the skunk off with a single sandie early on, on the same AA tail. Then it came to me. What if I put a couple lures back and putted around to locate a little life? Out came a Tady 45 mack pattern for the 30lb rod, and a colt sniper for the 20lb. By then I had drifted a 1/2 mile south, and the sun was peeking up over P.V. I pointed roughly back to mid-way between the red bouy and the point, and was clocking about 3 mph on the Navionics speedo. I must have been pointed up current. Getting back to the point took a little more motoring than I thought. I resolved to watch the rods.
I'm looking at the 30lb rod tip's wobbling, thinking "wonder what that tady looks like at this speed?" when I see a little twitch, followed by major bendo! I pluck the rod from its place in my oarlocks, and take a test pull on it. A heavy customer pulled at the other end. I thought about clearing the other line, and decided "nope, got bigger fish to fry". I had no idea what was on the other end. Being a realist, I thought it was probably a pesky BSB. Then, a cap on my daiwa sealine x40sha handle pops off the handle. Well, it worsened. Both caps popped off, a spring popped out, the end of the spring skewered me in a finger, and the handle popped off it's spindle. I shoved it back on and continued. By this time, about 4
mins into the fight, I'm wondering WTF kinda fish it is, and whether its at color yet. I look down, and see in the distance a beautiful silvery silhouette, and know its the Avon's first yellowtail. I consider how to get it in the boat without a gaff, and realize it shouldn't be that hard. The fish lifts up to the surface, I grab for a gillplate instead of the jig, and hoist it in. By the time I see how big she is, I realize I don't need any more fish for the day, and I can get back in early.
Well, I love fishing. So, I figured I still had productive water on the way back to the dock. Jigs go back in, and I keep working my way around the point. I nailed a 3lb calico on the tady rounding the point. Now. before you think "Wow, how easy that was!", I hung up the sniper a couple times on stops. I hung up both jigs a couple times on kelp. I had to dodge lobster floats. I had to re-rig the 30 lb rod with a Penn 500 with an intact handle. I had to avoid the rest of the boaters and their chum-zone areas.
I also stack two rods crossways in oarlocks of a boat less than 9 feet long. So, after I rounded the point, when the 20lb rod bent into a spaghetti noodle, and peeled off a couple runs, I struggled a little to free it from the oarlocks. By that time, whatever had a new sniper for lip jewelry had broken off and gone. I retied an Ahi Deception anchovy that SabaSlayer swears by, and proceeded to get harassed by pencil-pikes as I headed down towards Malaga Cove.
By then I had it down to a science. I just kept motoring while I reeled in the cudas, and left the second rod in its oarlock. I got a couple doubles on the pencils. Hitting Malaga, I turned back to the harbor to see what top speed I could get going downswell. Navionics registered a best of 19 MPH for my rig, which is about what I expected. I have yet to refill the tank, but I figure it is about the usual 8 mpg.
As I drove home I called the wife. I told her "put stained shirts on all of our boys, I need help unloading." Only one really dove into the task. Very good quality ceviche soon followed. I feel truly blessed with a tasty fish.