bachiboy
05-27-2013, 11:59 PM
So, the “Youngin’s” made a late charge to get things close in our monthly race. With them rubbing paint on our back bumper, it was time to flick the switch on our ol' clunker and put some distance in the rear view mirror.
My wife and I are expecting our second child on July 1st so she wanted to get out of town for a “last hoorah” before D-Day...nothing extreme, just a road trip down south. I’m thinking, “uh, hell yea I wanna go down there...to fish”:Wink: We make about four trips a year down there, and although I’ve seen fish caught, I’ve actually never had much luck...but I know there’s GREAT fishing to be had. One problems is that our trips always tended to coincide with tough conditions. This time wasn’t different, so I began to doubt the success rate I was going to have down there.
I check the tides and swells and try and formulate a game plan for the next two or three days I’d be able to hit the beach.
Day 1 Low tides and Soup Plantation
With intel that my primary targets would not be very fishable, I decided to hit a spot that I had a good feeling about but not a lot of intel on. I had fished there once before and the structure there is INSANE, but with 4-6 foot swells, I was lucky enough to get outta there with a couple of BSPs. I hit the sand at gray light to find a rising minus tide. All of my structure was basically out of the water and the salad was near unbearable. There were some channels of sand cut out between the rocks and tried to target those first. After about 20 minutes I cast up against some rocks and get hit 2 cranks in. Not a whole lot of fight in this little guy, but at least the skunk was off.
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I cast that side of the channel a few more times for nothing and was about to walk away when I noticed a seam against the opposite side of the channel. I drop my LC, literally 20 feet away from me, and, again, 2 cranks in, BAM! Fish-on! This time I feel a little weight. It cuts back and forth through the narrow channel but I get him on the sand in pretty short order. It tapes out at about 23” and I’m feeling MAJOR relief that the monkey is off my back and I finally got a fish on one of our mini vacations down here. Plus it’s 10 points for the “old guys”.:Big Grin:
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Two casts later...hang...one LC lost. The salad bar was open BIG time and I don’t think I had a clean cast through the first 2 hours. High tide was at 10ish but I had to get out of there by 9 to take my wife shopping...trade off for me fishing. With the tide rising, the salad started to dimish but the surfers were unbearable. All the channels between the rocks were being trampled through. They weren’t rude at all. Actually they tried to stay clear when they saw me, but with all the traffic, there wasn’t going to be much chance of getting a fish to sit in these holes. I keep at it but all that comes of it is another lost LC, bringing my total to 8 lost soldiers for the year.:Angry::Rolls Eyes: No problem, just consider it an offering to Poseidon for the legal.:Wink:
So, I take the wife shopping and when she’s done, our 3 year old son says he wants to go to the beach.:Big Smile: We pick up some food and head over to the beach...which just happens to be the A.O. I was thinking of hitting on Day 2.:whistle: The wind is blowing pretty hard and the salad is looking a little thick so I don’t even bring my rod out of the car. My wife looks at me after we finish eating and says, “why don’t you get your rod?” I tell her that I don’t think there’s much hope here at the moment, but she says, “well, you don’t know unless you try.” So, I head back to the car. I only have my dropshot rig since I took my other two sticks up to the hotel room to rinse off and change the line. I get out there and sure enough, it’s salad city...again. There’s some holes around, so I work them through, not thinking I’m gonna stick anything...until...THUNK! I’m thinking, “Oh (*&t! that’s a bite!” Set the hook and game-on! I get it beached but it’s a short, about 18-19”. Not bad for a half-hour session and, what the heck, I got a legal that morning so I was already WAY ahead of the game! The wife was right, you never know until you try.
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Day 2 BAM!!! Double time!
I get in touch with Wingnut and he mentions a spot that might fish better on the low tide. I really like my first A.O., but it just isn’t meant to be fished at low tide, much less on a holiday weekend when surf is kinda up and there are a million surfers trampling the grounds. He’s pretty hot on the spot he points me toward so I made plans to hit it at graylight. I get to the spot and there is no one in sight and all the structure he promised. I make 5 casts and I feel my LC stop. Not knowing the area and if there’s any unseen structure, I don’t swing right away. I wait and feel the tug and BAM...drive the hooks home!!!! Fish on...BIG time! I feel the headshakes and know this is a legal by the weight on the other end. I’m get the prize beached and I’m on cloud 9.:Dancing Banana: It tapes out at around 26”. Ten more points baby!!!:Death2Above:
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I get her back in the water. I make a cast right back to where I got bit and WHAM, I get hammered again!:shocked: This time I swing right away...mistake:Rolls Eyes:...and after a few seconds it comes unbuttoned. It felt like another flattie but it wasn’t on long enough to get a read on the weight. I continue to work the spot for another 15 minutes and decide to work down the beach. I figure I’ll give the spot a rest and hit it later. The trough here is long and DEEP, so I’m thinking there’s gotta be some fish here, but after a half hour or so, I don’t get a tap. The good thing is salad is, at least, minimal. I look back at my original spot and see a bait and wait guy setting up to fish near the point of origin and want to give it another go before he sets up camp. As I work back over there, he’s a few yards away from my honey hole, so I pass him and start firing back at the spot. Two casts later, BAM...I swing, hang and pull the dang hooks again.:Angry: I fire right back and BOOM, another hit. This time I lay back on it slowly and when I feel the rod load up, I let him have it! This fight feels different but there are some headshakes. It takes a little bit of line but never makes a huge run. I look out into the water and see a tail flash...yellow. I’m thinking it’s a YFC...a big one, but just a YFC. I figured, well it’s still worth a couple of points in our contest since I see that it’s a NICE sized tail. Then, I see the dorsal fin stick up and realize, “oh crap, that’s a WSB”...a short, but a g-g-ghost! I get him on the sand and he’s about 19-20”. I take a quick snapshot and get him back in the water as fast as possible. He kicks off quick without me even having to revive him, so I figure he’s gonna be just fine. 5 more points baby!!!:Dancing Banana:
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I keep working the area but don’t get any other hits. I decide to work up the beach and for the next hour or so get nothing. As I look back down the beach I see what looks like HG4. The beach is COVERED with surf fisherman...elbow to elbow. I get down to my original honey hole and squeeze in between some guys, one that I start chatting with. He lives in the area and asks if there’s a derby going on cuz he’s never seen this many guys out here. I don’t think there was a derby but, man, the holiday weekend had brought out the “crack” addicts. I had been throwing a grunion/smelt pattern I had painted but seeing a bunch of palm-sized perch switched over to a BSP pattern...thinking that, “well, that’s what Robert (Murrieta Angler) probably woulda thrown.:Wink: Especially with ghosts and the type of forage(baby perch) around. 8:30 comes around and I figure I better head back to the hotel and do my fatherly/husband duties. My work was done and so was my fishing for the weekend...or so I thought. That night, still on cloud 9, we’re having dinner and my wife says, “you can go out tomorrow if you want. Just come back a little early so we can hit Sea World somewhat early”. I’m not gonna say no to that.:whistle:
Day 3 GOODBYE MR. SPAULDING!!!
I head right back to my honey hole at graylight and carpet bomb the area. This time I was using a Metallic Ayu...cuz that’s one of Wingnut’s go-to weapon of choice:Wink:, and what I had stuck the 23" fish on. After 50 or 60 casts for not a tap, I start working the beach again...nothing. I just figure...no matter, I’m so far ahead of what I had hoped this weekend was going to turn out, that this is just a great day to hang out. I figure that it’s time to go back to the color that got me there and switch back to my grunion/smelt pattern. Working over the next hour I get one YFC that coulda given my turd roller from Day 1 a good match up in the octagon at super fly weight. At least no stripe and the “crack addicts” are starting to build up again. I work back to the the honey hole and start chatting with the family of four adjacient to “my spot”. There still getting micro-perch and I tell them I want what eats those. There’s another guy a few yards down, so I squeeze in between them and start working the spot hard. I’m coming up on my deadline to leave and figure I might as well pack it in...it just isn’t gonna happen today. I may not have called last cast, but I was real close, when...STOP the press!:Shock: Taken by surprise, I freeze and start laying back slowly. Sure enough it starts swimming and I lay the wood to it. This thing doesn’t move. I was a pretty far cast and, with a few professional over-runs, I feel some BAD kinks in the line that go back on the reel. I’m just praying it doesn’t make a hard run to pull those off the spool. It’s moving against the current so I know it’s definitley a fish, but can’t tell if it might be Mr. Wiggles. I get some headshakes and then it just stops. I’m thinking, “aww hell no, don’t tell me it hung up on stucture.” I keep pressure on it and realize it just dug into the sand. It starts moving again I can feel some SERIOUS weight to this thing. There’s a tail splash about 20 yards out but I can’t get a good visual on it. Then I see the jaws and gills come up in the swell.:EyePop: Right when I went bendo I can hear one of the family next to me yell to the others, “hey, he’s hooked up!!!”, so a small group of onlookers had gathered behind me and I’m just praying I get this thing on the beach. I get her up on the sand and see that it’s a good 30+” flattie. I’m trying to get her to dry sand but she’s barely budging. Suddenly the LC goes flying! I run between her and freedom and try and get a hold of it. The surge comes up and she’s going ballistic, all the while I’m trying to get a handle on her and get to higher ground. I finally get her to a safe spot and just fall to my knees in relief. I can’t believe I just pulled this off in the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, 3 and 2 count. A woman walking along the beach offers to be my photographer. I reach into my backpack and realize I left my tape measure in my other jacket which is in the back of my truck. Oh well, rod measurements it is. The woman says, “you’re gonna eat good tonight!” My reply comes without ANY thought...this is going right back into the water after the photo session. She smiles and says, “you’re a good man”. I’m not so sure about that, but just keeping the SWAT creed of releasing all PB's and it's the right thing to do. Not like I had any way of transporting fish this weekend anyway. :Wink: I get the fish measured up and realize my LC has all three hooks with straightened prongs.
Well, time is running out so I gotta try and cast back to that spot a couple more times. I make a cast and some guy comes up and casts over me with an LC. I reel in and cast again. Again he casts over me. I’m thinking, “what am I doing? I gotta get outta here and get my kid to Sea World.” I start walking over to him and say, “excuse me”...he doesn’t even look at me. I yell out to him, “EXCUSE ME!” and he still ignores me. I finally get next to him and say, “hey, I just landed a BIG flattie here.” He replies with a smile, “I know, I just saw that.” I think my response shocked the hell out of him. “Well, where there’s one, there’s a good chance there’s more so work the hell out of this spot, cuz I gotta go. Go get ‘em man! Good luck!” He had a big smile on his face and thanked me. I said my goodbyes and thanked the family for their help and left in complete amazement of what I had just accomplished. 15 more points for the old farts!!!! 40 total for the weekend!!! WOOOHOOOOO!!!!!:Smash:
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The "now retired" LC with bent hooks
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Lessons learned...
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. I was getting bit on a certain pattern, don’t second guess what’s already working. I don't have a "go to" color and try and figure what might work best for the conditions/location...get's my head spinning some times.:Explode: Like Arthur once told me...pick a color and throw it with confidence.
Every cast has the potential of being “the one”. No matter how slow the bite has been, work it like “this is it”. This one I know very well but don't always practice.:Rolls Eyes:
Maybe my wife doesn’t completely hate me fishing after all.:LOL: She was pretty excited for me and that felt pretty damned special.:Wink:
Arthur...man I can't thank you enough for the heads up on the A.O. Couldn't have done it without your guidance sir!!!!
Hope you enjoyed the read and had a great holiday weekend...mine was UNFORGETTABLE!:Wink:
My wife and I are expecting our second child on July 1st so she wanted to get out of town for a “last hoorah” before D-Day...nothing extreme, just a road trip down south. I’m thinking, “uh, hell yea I wanna go down there...to fish”:Wink: We make about four trips a year down there, and although I’ve seen fish caught, I’ve actually never had much luck...but I know there’s GREAT fishing to be had. One problems is that our trips always tended to coincide with tough conditions. This time wasn’t different, so I began to doubt the success rate I was going to have down there.
I check the tides and swells and try and formulate a game plan for the next two or three days I’d be able to hit the beach.
Day 1 Low tides and Soup Plantation
With intel that my primary targets would not be very fishable, I decided to hit a spot that I had a good feeling about but not a lot of intel on. I had fished there once before and the structure there is INSANE, but with 4-6 foot swells, I was lucky enough to get outta there with a couple of BSPs. I hit the sand at gray light to find a rising minus tide. All of my structure was basically out of the water and the salad was near unbearable. There were some channels of sand cut out between the rocks and tried to target those first. After about 20 minutes I cast up against some rocks and get hit 2 cranks in. Not a whole lot of fight in this little guy, but at least the skunk was off.
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I cast that side of the channel a few more times for nothing and was about to walk away when I noticed a seam against the opposite side of the channel. I drop my LC, literally 20 feet away from me, and, again, 2 cranks in, BAM! Fish-on! This time I feel a little weight. It cuts back and forth through the narrow channel but I get him on the sand in pretty short order. It tapes out at about 23” and I’m feeling MAJOR relief that the monkey is off my back and I finally got a fish on one of our mini vacations down here. Plus it’s 10 points for the “old guys”.:Big Grin:
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Two casts later...hang...one LC lost. The salad bar was open BIG time and I don’t think I had a clean cast through the first 2 hours. High tide was at 10ish but I had to get out of there by 9 to take my wife shopping...trade off for me fishing. With the tide rising, the salad started to dimish but the surfers were unbearable. All the channels between the rocks were being trampled through. They weren’t rude at all. Actually they tried to stay clear when they saw me, but with all the traffic, there wasn’t going to be much chance of getting a fish to sit in these holes. I keep at it but all that comes of it is another lost LC, bringing my total to 8 lost soldiers for the year.:Angry::Rolls Eyes: No problem, just consider it an offering to Poseidon for the legal.:Wink:
So, I take the wife shopping and when she’s done, our 3 year old son says he wants to go to the beach.:Big Smile: We pick up some food and head over to the beach...which just happens to be the A.O. I was thinking of hitting on Day 2.:whistle: The wind is blowing pretty hard and the salad is looking a little thick so I don’t even bring my rod out of the car. My wife looks at me after we finish eating and says, “why don’t you get your rod?” I tell her that I don’t think there’s much hope here at the moment, but she says, “well, you don’t know unless you try.” So, I head back to the car. I only have my dropshot rig since I took my other two sticks up to the hotel room to rinse off and change the line. I get out there and sure enough, it’s salad city...again. There’s some holes around, so I work them through, not thinking I’m gonna stick anything...until...THUNK! I’m thinking, “Oh (*&t! that’s a bite!” Set the hook and game-on! I get it beached but it’s a short, about 18-19”. Not bad for a half-hour session and, what the heck, I got a legal that morning so I was already WAY ahead of the game! The wife was right, you never know until you try.
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Day 2 BAM!!! Double time!
I get in touch with Wingnut and he mentions a spot that might fish better on the low tide. I really like my first A.O., but it just isn’t meant to be fished at low tide, much less on a holiday weekend when surf is kinda up and there are a million surfers trampling the grounds. He’s pretty hot on the spot he points me toward so I made plans to hit it at graylight. I get to the spot and there is no one in sight and all the structure he promised. I make 5 casts and I feel my LC stop. Not knowing the area and if there’s any unseen structure, I don’t swing right away. I wait and feel the tug and BAM...drive the hooks home!!!! Fish on...BIG time! I feel the headshakes and know this is a legal by the weight on the other end. I’m get the prize beached and I’m on cloud 9.:Dancing Banana: It tapes out at around 26”. Ten more points baby!!!:Death2Above:
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I get her back in the water. I make a cast right back to where I got bit and WHAM, I get hammered again!:shocked: This time I swing right away...mistake:Rolls Eyes:...and after a few seconds it comes unbuttoned. It felt like another flattie but it wasn’t on long enough to get a read on the weight. I continue to work the spot for another 15 minutes and decide to work down the beach. I figure I’ll give the spot a rest and hit it later. The trough here is long and DEEP, so I’m thinking there’s gotta be some fish here, but after a half hour or so, I don’t get a tap. The good thing is salad is, at least, minimal. I look back at my original spot and see a bait and wait guy setting up to fish near the point of origin and want to give it another go before he sets up camp. As I work back over there, he’s a few yards away from my honey hole, so I pass him and start firing back at the spot. Two casts later, BAM...I swing, hang and pull the dang hooks again.:Angry: I fire right back and BOOM, another hit. This time I lay back on it slowly and when I feel the rod load up, I let him have it! This fight feels different but there are some headshakes. It takes a little bit of line but never makes a huge run. I look out into the water and see a tail flash...yellow. I’m thinking it’s a YFC...a big one, but just a YFC. I figured, well it’s still worth a couple of points in our contest since I see that it’s a NICE sized tail. Then, I see the dorsal fin stick up and realize, “oh crap, that’s a WSB”...a short, but a g-g-ghost! I get him on the sand and he’s about 19-20”. I take a quick snapshot and get him back in the water as fast as possible. He kicks off quick without me even having to revive him, so I figure he’s gonna be just fine. 5 more points baby!!!:Dancing Banana:
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I keep working the area but don’t get any other hits. I decide to work up the beach and for the next hour or so get nothing. As I look back down the beach I see what looks like HG4. The beach is COVERED with surf fisherman...elbow to elbow. I get down to my original honey hole and squeeze in between some guys, one that I start chatting with. He lives in the area and asks if there’s a derby going on cuz he’s never seen this many guys out here. I don’t think there was a derby but, man, the holiday weekend had brought out the “crack” addicts. I had been throwing a grunion/smelt pattern I had painted but seeing a bunch of palm-sized perch switched over to a BSP pattern...thinking that, “well, that’s what Robert (Murrieta Angler) probably woulda thrown.:Wink: Especially with ghosts and the type of forage(baby perch) around. 8:30 comes around and I figure I better head back to the hotel and do my fatherly/husband duties. My work was done and so was my fishing for the weekend...or so I thought. That night, still on cloud 9, we’re having dinner and my wife says, “you can go out tomorrow if you want. Just come back a little early so we can hit Sea World somewhat early”. I’m not gonna say no to that.:whistle:
Day 3 GOODBYE MR. SPAULDING!!!
I head right back to my honey hole at graylight and carpet bomb the area. This time I was using a Metallic Ayu...cuz that’s one of Wingnut’s go-to weapon of choice:Wink:, and what I had stuck the 23" fish on. After 50 or 60 casts for not a tap, I start working the beach again...nothing. I just figure...no matter, I’m so far ahead of what I had hoped this weekend was going to turn out, that this is just a great day to hang out. I figure that it’s time to go back to the color that got me there and switch back to my grunion/smelt pattern. Working over the next hour I get one YFC that coulda given my turd roller from Day 1 a good match up in the octagon at super fly weight. At least no stripe and the “crack addicts” are starting to build up again. I work back to the the honey hole and start chatting with the family of four adjacient to “my spot”. There still getting micro-perch and I tell them I want what eats those. There’s another guy a few yards down, so I squeeze in between them and start working the spot hard. I’m coming up on my deadline to leave and figure I might as well pack it in...it just isn’t gonna happen today. I may not have called last cast, but I was real close, when...STOP the press!:Shock: Taken by surprise, I freeze and start laying back slowly. Sure enough it starts swimming and I lay the wood to it. This thing doesn’t move. I was a pretty far cast and, with a few professional over-runs, I feel some BAD kinks in the line that go back on the reel. I’m just praying it doesn’t make a hard run to pull those off the spool. It’s moving against the current so I know it’s definitley a fish, but can’t tell if it might be Mr. Wiggles. I get some headshakes and then it just stops. I’m thinking, “aww hell no, don’t tell me it hung up on stucture.” I keep pressure on it and realize it just dug into the sand. It starts moving again I can feel some SERIOUS weight to this thing. There’s a tail splash about 20 yards out but I can’t get a good visual on it. Then I see the jaws and gills come up in the swell.:EyePop: Right when I went bendo I can hear one of the family next to me yell to the others, “hey, he’s hooked up!!!”, so a small group of onlookers had gathered behind me and I’m just praying I get this thing on the beach. I get her up on the sand and see that it’s a good 30+” flattie. I’m trying to get her to dry sand but she’s barely budging. Suddenly the LC goes flying! I run between her and freedom and try and get a hold of it. The surge comes up and she’s going ballistic, all the while I’m trying to get a handle on her and get to higher ground. I finally get her to a safe spot and just fall to my knees in relief. I can’t believe I just pulled this off in the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, 3 and 2 count. A woman walking along the beach offers to be my photographer. I reach into my backpack and realize I left my tape measure in my other jacket which is in the back of my truck. Oh well, rod measurements it is. The woman says, “you’re gonna eat good tonight!” My reply comes without ANY thought...this is going right back into the water after the photo session. She smiles and says, “you’re a good man”. I’m not so sure about that, but just keeping the SWAT creed of releasing all PB's and it's the right thing to do. Not like I had any way of transporting fish this weekend anyway. :Wink: I get the fish measured up and realize my LC has all three hooks with straightened prongs.
Well, time is running out so I gotta try and cast back to that spot a couple more times. I make a cast and some guy comes up and casts over me with an LC. I reel in and cast again. Again he casts over me. I’m thinking, “what am I doing? I gotta get outta here and get my kid to Sea World.” I start walking over to him and say, “excuse me”...he doesn’t even look at me. I yell out to him, “EXCUSE ME!” and he still ignores me. I finally get next to him and say, “hey, I just landed a BIG flattie here.” He replies with a smile, “I know, I just saw that.” I think my response shocked the hell out of him. “Well, where there’s one, there’s a good chance there’s more so work the hell out of this spot, cuz I gotta go. Go get ‘em man! Good luck!” He had a big smile on his face and thanked me. I said my goodbyes and thanked the family for their help and left in complete amazement of what I had just accomplished. 15 more points for the old farts!!!! 40 total for the weekend!!! WOOOHOOOOO!!!!!:Smash:
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The "now retired" LC with bent hooks
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Lessons learned...
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. I was getting bit on a certain pattern, don’t second guess what’s already working. I don't have a "go to" color and try and figure what might work best for the conditions/location...get's my head spinning some times.:Explode: Like Arthur once told me...pick a color and throw it with confidence.
Every cast has the potential of being “the one”. No matter how slow the bite has been, work it like “this is it”. This one I know very well but don't always practice.:Rolls Eyes:
Maybe my wife doesn’t completely hate me fishing after all.:LOL: She was pretty excited for me and that felt pretty damned special.:Wink:
Arthur...man I can't thank you enough for the heads up on the A.O. Couldn't have done it without your guidance sir!!!!
Hope you enjoyed the read and had a great holiday weekend...mine was UNFORGETTABLE!:Wink: