Had a post on here from 23skidoo complaining about his phone not ringing, so I immediately tried to lock him down for the next trip. I am not sure what happened, but he got scared I guess when I told him it’d be a late morning departure from Georgetown. Pretty rough area to drive through at that time of day I guess?
So Black Bart was still in, and I left Mojo as she was after last trip other than flushing the motor and trailer. Pulled the trolling gear out, as well.
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I had gotten tired of hearing how I had “regressed” to being a c bass and dolphin fisherman I guess. Plus it was my birthday. I had to go big and gray. Wanted some browns too, but we strangely didn’t get any brown bites.
So Saturday morning rolled around and I hadn’t changed 23skidoo’s mind yet. Saltydog shot me a text asking if I had room for 3. Hmmmmm.
Come on if you can stand fishing late!
The brand new crew blocked off a pump(s) for me at the Ice House, and I could tell they were going to produce later on as I witnessed that coordination and skill.
We hit the water at about 12:30 finally and started picking at bait. I could tell the crew was getting antsy with the afternoon burning and them not even seeing the ocean yet. We got a few baits in the well, the first ever for Mojo, believe it or not, and we pointed it SE to another bait spot. Got there and realized I’d left my entire tackle bag full of 1,000’s of rigs on my front porch- at home.
I look around for a minute at the few rigs already on the rods, and I thought of how I did have my jig bag. That isn’t what the goal was though. The goal was live bait and big fish- or bust.
So the crew was thinking the trip was a bust probably, but I ran back to the jetties and got my wife on the phone and she agreed to bring the tackle to the marina. An hour later, we were back in the ocean and on our way.
Pulled up on a deeper bait spot and found fishnbarrels and crew free diving as well as 555,555 amberjacks from the bottom to the surface. Dropped a butterfly
