Let me set the stage...
Yesterday afternoon around 2:00 we were trolling from San Clemente Island towards Catalina. I am not joking when I say there was only one boat near us in a 10 mile radius. More to come on this one boat. We were trolling as in driving 12 knots per hour and with two bent trolling rods which is what trolling is supposed to look like.
The one boat is approximately 1 mile away from us but it is making a bee line right towards us. He gets closer and closer and closer and we see it is a Parker. At roughly 70 yards behind our stern we start throwing up our hands and saying "what the hell are you doing?" He kept coming closer and at 40-50 yards....poof their goes our trolling line.
After watching our fishing line going in the direction of his boat we yell at him tell him to stop his boat. He doesn't listen and keeps going as if nothing happened. We try to scramble to find a knife or cutters but by that time 3/4 of our line is gone. Now we know how far 650 yards of line looks like because the Parker spooled us.
After that we are so pissed we catch up to him. We yell more unpleasantries and the ones I will share are: "what the hell are you doing", "you spooled us", "learn how to drive a boat." His response: "I didn't know you guys were trolling." Are you kidding me? Not a boat in sight and you come 50 yards behind our stern? Every Tom, Dick and Harry is trolling for tuna these days! It didn't cross your mind a boat traveling 12 knots per hour might be trolling OR two fishing rods bent means something? GTFOH!!!
We tell him he has 1800 feet of fishing line in his propeller and to bring up his engine to check. Of course he doesn't listen to us and takes off towards Catalina. Maybe he was too embarrassed to check, I don't know. 1800 feet of braid is not a good thing on a propeller and if it broke his seal all kind of bad things can happen.
On the way towards Catalina we stopped on a paddy and caught 3 dorado to take the skunk off. Maybe the fish gods were with us because even after a disaster we came home happy as a clam. Oh yeah, don't be that guy...
Yesterday afternoon around 2:00 we were trolling from San Clemente Island towards Catalina. I am not joking when I say there was only one boat near us in a 10 mile radius. More to come on this one boat. We were trolling as in driving 12 knots per hour and with two bent trolling rods which is what trolling is supposed to look like.
The one boat is approximately 1 mile away from us but it is making a bee line right towards us. He gets closer and closer and closer and we see it is a Parker. At roughly 70 yards behind our stern we start throwing up our hands and saying "what the hell are you doing?" He kept coming closer and at 40-50 yards....poof their goes our trolling line.
After watching our fishing line going in the direction of his boat we yell at him tell him to stop his boat. He doesn't listen and keeps going as if nothing happened. We try to scramble to find a knife or cutters but by that time 3/4 of our line is gone. Now we know how far 650 yards of line looks like because the Parker spooled us.
After that we are so pissed we catch up to him. We yell more unpleasantries and the ones I will share are: "what the hell are you doing", "you spooled us", "learn how to drive a boat." His response: "I didn't know you guys were trolling." Are you kidding me? Not a boat in sight and you come 50 yards behind our stern? Every Tom, Dick and Harry is trolling for tuna these days! It didn't cross your mind a boat traveling 12 knots per hour might be trolling OR two fishing rods bent means something? GTFOH!!!
We tell him he has 1800 feet of fishing line in his propeller and to bring up his engine to check. Of course he doesn't listen to us and takes off towards Catalina. Maybe he was too embarrassed to check, I don't know. 1800 feet of braid is not a good thing on a propeller and if it broke his seal all kind of bad things can happen.
On the way towards Catalina we stopped on a paddy and caught 3 dorado to take the skunk off. Maybe the fish gods were with us because even after a disaster we came home happy as a clam. Oh yeah, don't be that guy...
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