Fished with Ryan, Cracker and his group. Had a great time, but the fishing was slooooow. Caught one dolphin at the Scarp then after nothing else, decided to go deep and look for the warm eddy that was offshore. Went 25 miles, found water 4 degrees warmer, lots of rips, some fliers, but more of nothing. Caught one more dolphin.
Slowest day in May I can remember. I think it was the bananas that we found on board, then Ryan had banana nut bread, then the banana boat sunscreen.
Worst thing was the genset wouldn’t start. No hot dogs, no AC.
Yeah, I’m a little embarrassed about that… had bought my wife a pack of banana nut muffins while picking up snacks the night before, and forgot to take them out of the bag. The thought woke me up at about 5AM and I promptly tossed them overboard, but it was apparently too late.
I’m with Don… I’ve only been offshore twice this year due to the weather, and I’ve never seen it this slow. We’ve got it worse up here than you guys in Chucktown… the 226 and 380 are just too ■■■■ far for us to run.
On the bright side, both fish were nice ones… one @ 20 lbs. and one @ 30.
it was a fun trip and Don burned a ton of fuel trying to find fish. They just were not there in numbers. The guys still had a great time and it was nice as always to see you guys.
Plus, Don broke out some serious gaffer wines from his celler. That in itself was worth the trip…
I can beat that. Here’s my late 5/23 report. 4:00am. the brother-in-law slips and falls down the ramp going to the boat. his ankle and knee quickly fill with fluids and now he is no good for hauling anything. we put him in the boat anyways. shove off and cleared dewees at 5, beautiful flat seas, as you know. get 20 miles off and i decided to start rigging. start looking for the tackle bags and non to be found. light bulb clicks in the head, the bags are sitting at the top of the ramp!!!
""F @!#$%^&%$#@#$$%^&&*^&%$$##$$%%%% K “”
I think they could hear my cry back at dewees inlet.
What now?? there’s not a hook on the whole d#$%^mn boat. Maybe we could tease em up to the boat with our ballys and gaff em… The call was made to go back and get our hooks and make the best of it. over 4.5 hours into the trip and we still have dry lines.
started at the ledge with nothing, talked to a few boats saying it was slow and decided to move on out to warmer waters. found nothing until 10 miles SE of 380. 76 degrees and nice little weed line, seemed real promising. Finally the gods are shining on us, even saw a marlin run through the area. Managed 1 little green fish out of all that.
1:00 hits and it’s time for lunch. where’s the lunch bag??? The brother-in-law, who’s laid up on the bean bag with an ankle the size of a soccerball, mutters that he last saw it in the FRIDGE!!!
“insert more expletives here”
Thank god we got the cooler!!!
Trolled somemore with nothing but a good buzz. GPS said 70 miles to home, so we took it as a sign and packed up and headed home.
Good news was that I cleaned all the fish, 1, in less than 10 minutes.
