Many of you took the time to read about my epic battle on the Tribute for a Bluefin. I wanted to first thank the BD community for their kind comments. I am one of those anglers that just loves’ to fish. All year round I try to get out on the water every week, even if it’s for just a half-day on the Patriot fishing Sculpin in January. I am sure many of you, like I have had a tough spring season. Some days it feels like the west wind is never going to stop blowing, and the bite is never going to turn on. This week that all finally seems to have come to an end. On Friday, six days after my trip on the Tribute my good friend and fishing partner Rick invited me to go out on his boat the Carlos Sea. He wanted to go from his slip in Dana Point at 6:30, which seemed a little late, but who am I to complain. We left right on time and stopped at the bait barge for some intel from Jeff and a ½ scoop of some really well-cured Sardines and even a few Anchovy Jeff dug around to get for us. We shot the shit with Jeff about a future trip together on the TBird as soon as the Yellowtail bite turns on at San Clemente Island and then we're off for our own hunt. Rick had called me on the way down to pick up a bag of ice for the fish box. I told him “What for? I don’t plan on keeping any Calicos, do you? Our expectations are set low which seems realistic considering the water has turned over on the coast once again. We head out of the Harbor and headed south for the Barn Kelp. A friend had surfed Trestles the day before and had told me the water had turned over. Just as expected the water was green and murky again, and was 59 degrees at the Harbor entrance. As we got even with the pier the water had jumped to 60.5 degrees, maybe today would be okay after all. As we neared Cottons point we spotted some splashes and some birds working. As we got closer it was a school of dolphin and a bunch of birds working a bait ball. We set up on a drift just south of them as they appear to be moving that way. I pin a sardine on my light inshore rod, a Cousins SSW 797 XFT 12-20#, coupled with an Avet SX loaded with 50# braid to a 20# Izor XXX top shot of 60 yards, a half ounce sliding egg sinker, and a 1/0 Owner light wire bait hook. I cast out, pay some line, put on the clicker, and put the rod in the rod holder. The Dolphin and birds are now all around us and feeding. I pick up my jig stick and start to throwing a Kicker Jig in Mint Meltdown. I am hoping there is some Yellowtail feeding on this bait ball too. I fish the jig for the next five minutes when Rick calls out that the sonar is showing some good size fish under the boat. Fifteen seconds later the bait rod goes off, and line is peeling off the reel. I quickly finish reeling in my jig, throw the jig stick in the holder and grab the bass rod to set the hook. I get a good hook set and I am on. There is a decent run and some head shakes and it feels like maybe I’ve got a Yellowtail hooked. I’m fishing some pretty light gear so my rod is completely bendo. I look around for the Sea Lion that was just swimming around the boat and ponder whether I should pin the drag some. The Sea Lion is nowhere in sight and I decide it’s best to leave the drag alone. Is it my week or what? I fight the fish for the next 10 to 15 minutes, one trip around the boat and he’s close. Next thing I know he’s under the boat, I put my tip in the water and I call to Rick to put the motor up. Now the fish is at the back of the boat and I’m really glad the motor is up. The fish is at color and coming up. Just like any character ever on Casper I call out “It’s a a a Ghost!”. The fish comes around to the back port corner and Rick gets a perfect gaff shot right in the fish's chin. We get it over the rail and this thing is a toad! I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been. I have a big Bluefin and a big White Sea Bass in the last six days. Am I on a roll or what? On my bad call we have no ice so we decide to make a quick run back to the fuel dock. As long as we’re at the fuel dock might as well weigh this sucker, 48 lbs that’s a personal record for a WSB. We head back out to the same spot off Cottons Point, but end up getting blanked for the rest of the day. Back at Rick’s his wife Tracy cleans up the filets and cuts them into steaks. We marinade the steaks and throw them on the BBQ. Tracy whips up a great meal while Rick and I down a couple of cold beers from the Kegerator and BBQ the fish. We sit down for a fantastic meal of fresh Sea Bass, man after a crappy spring it’s been a good week!