Last weekend while hanging with the family all the Clarendon boys discussed a trip together based on the long range forecast. Was going to be EPIC!!
Then the forecast changed and the crew dropped faster than a pass from Cole Stoudt. Sailflow was calling for 15knts out of the NE and having been there and done that no one was feeling the love in our boats… So what is a man to do…
Call in the BIG GUNS!! Gave Billy Freeman a ring and wiggled my way onto the 37 Freeman, said I could bring 2 since there was only him, Swilly, and his Father inlaw. Called Phin, Two Sons, Rub N’ test, LnS, Pole Dancer, just to name a few all had other plans. Chunky was even ditching me to shoot a wood goat… But Chunky, it is wahoo and tuna! Arm was twisted and Chunky Dunk was on board. Tumbleweed rounded out the crew and 6:30 Saturday morning we pushed off!
Plopped down in the bean bag hoping to catch a power nap before we got into the nasty NE blow… Woke up as bully pulled the throttles back a the the hole! Well… That was quick!![]()
Chunky used his new Iphone 6 and made this video running 38 of the sun rise on the way out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALoIp6JZU0M
Lines in right off the bat we put two blackfin in the box on the troll! Marked the fish and since trolling was working so well we stopped to jig… Yea, I know…
5 rods go in, in no time 5 on!! Then they arrived… The very very large, very pissed off, hungry men in the gray suit (well in this case brown) and with in 30 seconds all the reels were hitting new octaves as we proceed to feed the sharks. Could do NOTHING with them! I am talking put reels in park and crank as fast as you could with all you had.
Chunky even broke his brand new rod.

That got old very quickly as we continued to lose fish, break off jigs, and reel in heads. So back to trolling!
BAMMM!!! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! Planer rod screams to life, I