We left the dock around 4:45 and ran out at 45mph. Dropped the lines and started the day off with a triple. We picked at them all the way out to 1300’ and back in until we found a weedline in 700’-900’, where we spent the rest of the day. We caught 22 or 23 and threw back two. Tried to tag one but she jumped out of my hands, wiggled around the deck and left the tag behind. A couple of triples put our four man crew to the test and even though we had not one, but two bean counters on board, we handled it. Lost a couple on the lines, missed a couple of knockdowns, but we had a great time. Everyone had a hand since there weren’t enough of us to sit back and watch. Drove the boat, rigged baits, worked the outriggers and even gaffed my first, even though it wasn’t pretty. Stopped to bottom bounce, caught a few pinks and reef donkeys, and rode back in at 40mph. Boat cleaned and fish fileted, I got back to the Upstate around 11pm. Thanks to Erik for the ride, and Joe and Chris helped make it a day to remember.
Forgot to tell the real story. I will take a picture of moss growing so I asked Joe to get a picture of this fish, not even knowing how big or what it was. Get it in and it’s this nice bull and everything goes well for the picture. Erik and I start forward to stick it in the fish box when it gets really “green” on us. It smacked me across my face twice, my lips were numb and I just knew they were busted and bleeding, then it whacked Erik so hard in the ribs he sat down on the box like it had knocked the wind out of him. My jaw was sore yesterday and I really need to find out if Erik has some bruises to show, all for a picture…but it was a great picture.
3 on, 3 in…
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