A long time fishing buddy crossed over this past winter. Alan was larger than life, literally, at 6’2” and a svelte 350 lbs. A native Hawaiian, he spent most of his life in SoCal, and served in the USMC. He was a fellow LEO as well, and we worked together for 25 years til it was time to call it a day. His sons have carried on the service tradition, both in the Corp, and as police officers. In fact, when the terrorists killed those 17 folks in San Bernardino a few years back, it was Al’s son who killed the male terrorist after taking a 223 round in the thigh.
Al retired and made it back to the Big Island for a few years before a stroke took him. We were planning a multi-day with the old gang when it happened. We went ahead with plans, got a group together, and the “The Big Al“ was born.
We booked about 1/2 the spots on the SA80 for a 3 day and headed to the banks. Weather was up a bit with larger than called for swells and wind- classic BFT conditions.
The boat managed 15 decent fish, all in that 150-190 range. I think 2 went over 200. The kite accounted for the majority, and Kevin slayed 2 on his balloon rig.
Day 3 was a move south to fill the sacks. We donned our Hawaiian shirts in honor of Al for the final day and found one stop shopping on a school that started with skippies and turned into YFT.
Once we were done, the bottle came out. Toasts were offered, lies told, and plans were made. The last pour went to Poseidon and, filled with Aloha, we called it a trip.
Already booked for a 4.5 day charter for next fall for The Big Al II. And a special thanks to my BD brothers who helped me out in getting ready for the trip.