bachiboy
12-15-2013, 10:11 PM
FLASHBACK
Back in March, I got humbled by a striper in the surf. In my haste and excitement, I tried to horse the beast in and ended up straightening two hooks on my LC and watched the fish of a lifetime swim away at my feet. Since then, I’ve returned to the scene of the crime a few times trying to get my payback. I jokingly named that fish Kimble, after Dr. Richard Kimble from the movie THE FUGITIVE, since this was an escaped jailbird. Every time I’ve hit the sand in the vicinity I’ve always been on the high alert, awaiting that 2nd chance.
A couple of weeks ago, I went back to the crime scene to give it a look since I had heard that there was a jailbird landed there. I ended up with a legal halibut, which I was thrilled about, but I had run across another angler that showed me some photos of a striper he had landed a few days prior. SO, Kimble was in the area and the opportunity was laid out for an epic rematch.
Taking those to bent hooks to the chin and getting dropped to my knees has never sat well with me over the past few months. I figured that very few people had ever had the opportunity to tangle with Kimble and I might have blown the only chance I'd ever get.
WEDNESDAY - Round 2
So, I got back in the ring, strapped on the gloves and dove into battle. I get a couple perch hits but right around 15 minutes into the session, I see Kimble coming right at me with a full head of steam in a swell. I start casting in his direction and get no love...but on the third cast, BAM, I’m on. He slips a couple of stiff jabs and within 2 seconds of the fight, I get dropped on the canvas AGAIN! What the *&^$?!!!! REALLY? How the heck can this happen twice? At least this time there was nothing I could do. He gave a couple quick headshakes and the hooks just pulled. I keep at it and about a half hour later, I see a shadow lurking in the skinny. I figured it’s just a leo or sngf but as the whitewater subsided and the water cleared I see his tail and markings. I start casting like mad but this time he just laughs me off and swims away. After a couple hours of searching, I finally called it a day and headed home...humbled.
FRIDAY the 13th - Training Day
With the low tides predicted at the time I would be entering the water, I decided to try a different A.O. and concentrate on different quarry. I had been talking to Arthur (Wingnut) about an A.O. that we hadn’t visited in a while and decided to give it a look. The swells were vitually non-existant but the water clarity was terrible. Soup and salad was pretty bad but I still managed to pull out a small pancake to erase the stripe.
http://i1175.photobucket.com/albums/r627/bachidym/pancake1_zps4052cf14.jpg (http://s1175.photobucket.com/user/bachidym/media/pancake1_zps4052cf14.jpg.html)
After an hour of futile casts, I figured it was time to pack it in. As I’m about to hike out, I decided, “What the heck? I might as well take heart-attack ridge and see how the other A.O. looks as long as I’m here.” After huffing and puffing up the hill, I get to the top and look down at the A.O. and it looks pretty clear. So, I drop in and immediately head for some rocks that I’ve done some damage on recently.
I get down on the rocks but it’s right around noon and I had no expectations to get any action at this time of day. As I look down off the rocks, I can see that the water is crystal clear with very little swell and surge. In fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen it this clear before. I could see schools of fish swimming below and tried to get them to rise on my LC but, though they followed it, they wouldn’t commit. I figured they were opaleye or some kind of perch. I keep working the rocks and, after about 10 minutes, I strike gold. I was just about to lift the LC out of the water, but left it since there was a back-surge. I’ve gotten hit like this before, but it still never ceases to amaze and shock me. As the lure was fluttering I see a huge calico come up right below the surface and engulf it. I know that if I let this thing dive back to the rocks, I’m done for, so I jammed my thumb on the spool and just prayed that the line and hooks hold up. I had switched out the stock hooks to Owner ST-46s so I’m pretty confident they’re gonna withstand the pressure, but even with just 6 ft. of line out, this fish has gone down just below the edge of the rocks and is rubbing the line against it to get home. It’s a brutal tug-of-war but I finally get him back to the surface and I start thinking, “Now how the heck am I gonna get him up on the rocks. I see a slight ledge and bounce him on it. Then reel down till he was a couple of feet from the tip, the only time I actually had to turn the handle during the battle, and fling him up the rest of the way, putting the reel in free spool and letting him down gently on some kelp piled up next to me. I’m in awe that I managed to land this beast and get him taped and photographed. He comes out to around 21”.
http://i1175.photobucket.com/albums/r627/bachidym/check1_21_zpsb56dfc69.jpg (http://s1175.photobucket.com/user/bachidym/media/check1_21_zpsb56dfc69.jpg.html)
I’m figuring, “Well, you just pulled a rabbit out of a hat, but I think that’s probably gonna be the last of the action you’ll see today.” Boy was I wrong. I proceed to nail 6 more checkers up to just shy of 17”. At one point, I cast at a distant kelp and pulled 4 fish out on consecutive casts. After about an hour, I figure I’ve done all the damage I can on this spot and start heading back to the sand. Once on the beach I get one last pancake and call it a day...and what a day it was, equaling my best checker total for one session.
Full stack of checkers and my second pancake to round out the day
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I woulda went back there for a Saturday greylight session but the tide was gonna be too high to attempt that so I figure that I’d take another shot at Kimble in the morning.
SATURDAY - Round 3: Payback...BIG TIME!
Lt. Bones had contacted me and had told me that he was going to see a late movie and, if he could wake up, that he’d meet me down at the arena to join the fight. If he didn’t tell me that, I probably wouldn’t have gone, cuz when my alarm went off, all I wanted to do was go right back to sleep...THANKS MIKE!!!:Wink:
So, after dragging my feet I started making the drive down the the A.O. Halfway there, I realized that I had forgot my camera at home...“Oh well, not like I’m sure that I’m gonna strike gold two days in a row.”:Rolls Eyes: I get to the parking area and see that there’s quite a bit of surfers getting geared up in the lot. I’m thinking, “Oh great, I better get my butt down there before they swarm the area.” The guy next to me asks, “What you fishing for?” I tell him, “Stripers.” I realize, what am I saying? Chances are pretty slim that I’m gonna make good on that statement. Then again, he did ask what I was “fishing for”, not “planning on catching.”
I get geared up and walk down to the water. I see that the guy I was talking to was the only person in the water and make my first cast. Usually, I just lob the first cast to get the spool wet, but this cast went sailing. I guess the spool was either still wet from the rinse-off of the day before of the moisture in the air had wet down the line for me. “Okay, well here we go again”, and 10 cranks into the retrieve, KABOOM!!!!:Shocked: I feel good weight and shakes and start working him in. The sun isn’t up yet and it’s still pretty dark. He doesn’t take any big runs and I check my drag to make sure it isn’t too tight (thinking in the back off my mind the first time I screwed up on a striper). It’s not tight, but I back it off even more just to make sure. There’s no dangerous structure around so I figured I’d make it a drawn out battle if need be. After only about a couple minutes, there’s a huge splash about 15 yards out, but I can’t make out what it is in the dark. He makes a medium sized run and gets about 30 or so yards on me. From there, it becomes a dogfight and he just bulldogs me for the next 10 minutes, working back and forth. I realize that my 75 yards or so of topshot is gone and I’m into my spectra...I had actually been losing ground this whole time. Normally I wouldn’t worry too much about it but I snap out of my tunnel vision and it dawns on me that there are now about 20 surfers and paddle boarders around and outside of me. The fish makes it’s biggest run and shoots to my left...right where a paddle boarder is launching. Before I could say anything, and it wasn’t like he could hear me anyway, I feel the line plunk off the skeg. My heart stops for a second but it didn’t wrap or smack the line hard fortunately. I still haven’t seen this thing and start to think that maybe it’s a sngf or leo since I had seen quite a few roaming the skinny on Wednesday. After about 15 minutes I see a splash about 20 yards out. I get a glimpse of what I thought was the tail of a sngf and think, “oh well, it’s been a pretty nice battle anyway.” As I start putting my thumb down and try to muscle him in, a wave rises up and I get to see him broadside in the wave...KIMBLE!!!:Eye Pop: I let go of the spool immediately and back off the drag a bit more cuz I guess the sight of me scared the crap outta him and he bolted. After another 5 minutes or so...which we all know feels more like an hour...I get him back to the skinny, the whole time praying that I don’t get knocked on my butt a third time. The whitewater brings in on the beach, but before I could grab him, he slides back out. After some back and forth another wave slides him back on the beach and I get him to dry land. PAYBACK!!!!!
I get some quick shots with my iPhone, which for some reason, blew out the measurement shots, but he tapes out at 34”. I kept thinking about a post that 4_D_Halibut wrote on Robert’s (Murrieta Angler) report on his striper and how these don’t survive well on a long fight, so I wanted this fish back in the water FAST. I didn’t have anyone around to take a shot with me in it, but I wasn’t going to wait around. I got my shots and ran it back to the water. It swam off really strong so I’m hoping it lives a nice long, post-Bachi life.:Wink: I finally meet up with Mike but we didn't score anything more than some BSP for the rest of the session. We said our goodbye's and discussed a possible gameplan for the next day.
http://i1175.photobucket.com/albums/r627/bachidym/striper_zps7d9b5df2.jpg (http://s1175.photobucket.com/user/bachidym/media/striper_zps7d9b5df2.jpg.html)
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SUNDAY - Full assault team
So, after making a call for back-up, I met up with Arthur (Wingnut), Ben (a close friend), Mike (Bones) and Danimal (SP Dan). I figured we’d carpet bomb the area and try and overwhelm Kimble and his pinstriped gang. Arthur, Ben and I arrived in the dark and I struck first with a BSP skunkbust. Then Arthur gets bent on something with some good weight. He was pretty sure it was an imposter and, sure enough, up comes Mr. Wiggles. As greylight creeps in, Mike and Dan join the fight. I went into the day with no expectations for myself but REALLY wanted to put these guys on fish. If I could at least put one, if not all of these guys, on a striper, that would make my day. I enjoy helping/watching people get on fish as much, if not more, than catching myself. Well, I’ll just say mission accomplished. The lucky winner for the day will tell his tale...and what a tale it is! I will say that, unfortunately, Arthur got sucker punched by Kimble and got staggered after a quick five minute slugfest. We unfortunately missed having a double success story to tell. Everyone got to pull on some perch at the very least and we had a great time hanging out together on our quest, but this fight ain’t over. We’ll be back swinging for the fences, especially Arthur.:Wink:
Skunkbuster in the dark
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Arthur Pulling on the imposter
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Mr. Wiggles
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Mike with the best pig of the day
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Hope you enjoyed the read and hope you all have a great holiday season...
Don
Back in March, I got humbled by a striper in the surf. In my haste and excitement, I tried to horse the beast in and ended up straightening two hooks on my LC and watched the fish of a lifetime swim away at my feet. Since then, I’ve returned to the scene of the crime a few times trying to get my payback. I jokingly named that fish Kimble, after Dr. Richard Kimble from the movie THE FUGITIVE, since this was an escaped jailbird. Every time I’ve hit the sand in the vicinity I’ve always been on the high alert, awaiting that 2nd chance.
A couple of weeks ago, I went back to the crime scene to give it a look since I had heard that there was a jailbird landed there. I ended up with a legal halibut, which I was thrilled about, but I had run across another angler that showed me some photos of a striper he had landed a few days prior. SO, Kimble was in the area and the opportunity was laid out for an epic rematch.
Taking those to bent hooks to the chin and getting dropped to my knees has never sat well with me over the past few months. I figured that very few people had ever had the opportunity to tangle with Kimble and I might have blown the only chance I'd ever get.
WEDNESDAY - Round 2
So, I got back in the ring, strapped on the gloves and dove into battle. I get a couple perch hits but right around 15 minutes into the session, I see Kimble coming right at me with a full head of steam in a swell. I start casting in his direction and get no love...but on the third cast, BAM, I’m on. He slips a couple of stiff jabs and within 2 seconds of the fight, I get dropped on the canvas AGAIN! What the *&^$?!!!! REALLY? How the heck can this happen twice? At least this time there was nothing I could do. He gave a couple quick headshakes and the hooks just pulled. I keep at it and about a half hour later, I see a shadow lurking in the skinny. I figured it’s just a leo or sngf but as the whitewater subsided and the water cleared I see his tail and markings. I start casting like mad but this time he just laughs me off and swims away. After a couple hours of searching, I finally called it a day and headed home...humbled.
FRIDAY the 13th - Training Day
With the low tides predicted at the time I would be entering the water, I decided to try a different A.O. and concentrate on different quarry. I had been talking to Arthur (Wingnut) about an A.O. that we hadn’t visited in a while and decided to give it a look. The swells were vitually non-existant but the water clarity was terrible. Soup and salad was pretty bad but I still managed to pull out a small pancake to erase the stripe.
http://i1175.photobucket.com/albums/r627/bachidym/pancake1_zps4052cf14.jpg (http://s1175.photobucket.com/user/bachidym/media/pancake1_zps4052cf14.jpg.html)
After an hour of futile casts, I figured it was time to pack it in. As I’m about to hike out, I decided, “What the heck? I might as well take heart-attack ridge and see how the other A.O. looks as long as I’m here.” After huffing and puffing up the hill, I get to the top and look down at the A.O. and it looks pretty clear. So, I drop in and immediately head for some rocks that I’ve done some damage on recently.
I get down on the rocks but it’s right around noon and I had no expectations to get any action at this time of day. As I look down off the rocks, I can see that the water is crystal clear with very little swell and surge. In fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen it this clear before. I could see schools of fish swimming below and tried to get them to rise on my LC but, though they followed it, they wouldn’t commit. I figured they were opaleye or some kind of perch. I keep working the rocks and, after about 10 minutes, I strike gold. I was just about to lift the LC out of the water, but left it since there was a back-surge. I’ve gotten hit like this before, but it still never ceases to amaze and shock me. As the lure was fluttering I see a huge calico come up right below the surface and engulf it. I know that if I let this thing dive back to the rocks, I’m done for, so I jammed my thumb on the spool and just prayed that the line and hooks hold up. I had switched out the stock hooks to Owner ST-46s so I’m pretty confident they’re gonna withstand the pressure, but even with just 6 ft. of line out, this fish has gone down just below the edge of the rocks and is rubbing the line against it to get home. It’s a brutal tug-of-war but I finally get him back to the surface and I start thinking, “Now how the heck am I gonna get him up on the rocks. I see a slight ledge and bounce him on it. Then reel down till he was a couple of feet from the tip, the only time I actually had to turn the handle during the battle, and fling him up the rest of the way, putting the reel in free spool and letting him down gently on some kelp piled up next to me. I’m in awe that I managed to land this beast and get him taped and photographed. He comes out to around 21”.
http://i1175.photobucket.com/albums/r627/bachidym/check1_21_zpsb56dfc69.jpg (http://s1175.photobucket.com/user/bachidym/media/check1_21_zpsb56dfc69.jpg.html)
I’m figuring, “Well, you just pulled a rabbit out of a hat, but I think that’s probably gonna be the last of the action you’ll see today.” Boy was I wrong. I proceed to nail 6 more checkers up to just shy of 17”. At one point, I cast at a distant kelp and pulled 4 fish out on consecutive casts. After about an hour, I figure I’ve done all the damage I can on this spot and start heading back to the sand. Once on the beach I get one last pancake and call it a day...and what a day it was, equaling my best checker total for one session.
Full stack of checkers and my second pancake to round out the day
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I woulda went back there for a Saturday greylight session but the tide was gonna be too high to attempt that so I figure that I’d take another shot at Kimble in the morning.
SATURDAY - Round 3: Payback...BIG TIME!
Lt. Bones had contacted me and had told me that he was going to see a late movie and, if he could wake up, that he’d meet me down at the arena to join the fight. If he didn’t tell me that, I probably wouldn’t have gone, cuz when my alarm went off, all I wanted to do was go right back to sleep...THANKS MIKE!!!:Wink:
So, after dragging my feet I started making the drive down the the A.O. Halfway there, I realized that I had forgot my camera at home...“Oh well, not like I’m sure that I’m gonna strike gold two days in a row.”:Rolls Eyes: I get to the parking area and see that there’s quite a bit of surfers getting geared up in the lot. I’m thinking, “Oh great, I better get my butt down there before they swarm the area.” The guy next to me asks, “What you fishing for?” I tell him, “Stripers.” I realize, what am I saying? Chances are pretty slim that I’m gonna make good on that statement. Then again, he did ask what I was “fishing for”, not “planning on catching.”
I get geared up and walk down to the water. I see that the guy I was talking to was the only person in the water and make my first cast. Usually, I just lob the first cast to get the spool wet, but this cast went sailing. I guess the spool was either still wet from the rinse-off of the day before of the moisture in the air had wet down the line for me. “Okay, well here we go again”, and 10 cranks into the retrieve, KABOOM!!!!:Shocked: I feel good weight and shakes and start working him in. The sun isn’t up yet and it’s still pretty dark. He doesn’t take any big runs and I check my drag to make sure it isn’t too tight (thinking in the back off my mind the first time I screwed up on a striper). It’s not tight, but I back it off even more just to make sure. There’s no dangerous structure around so I figured I’d make it a drawn out battle if need be. After only about a couple minutes, there’s a huge splash about 15 yards out, but I can’t make out what it is in the dark. He makes a medium sized run and gets about 30 or so yards on me. From there, it becomes a dogfight and he just bulldogs me for the next 10 minutes, working back and forth. I realize that my 75 yards or so of topshot is gone and I’m into my spectra...I had actually been losing ground this whole time. Normally I wouldn’t worry too much about it but I snap out of my tunnel vision and it dawns on me that there are now about 20 surfers and paddle boarders around and outside of me. The fish makes it’s biggest run and shoots to my left...right where a paddle boarder is launching. Before I could say anything, and it wasn’t like he could hear me anyway, I feel the line plunk off the skeg. My heart stops for a second but it didn’t wrap or smack the line hard fortunately. I still haven’t seen this thing and start to think that maybe it’s a sngf or leo since I had seen quite a few roaming the skinny on Wednesday. After about 15 minutes I see a splash about 20 yards out. I get a glimpse of what I thought was the tail of a sngf and think, “oh well, it’s been a pretty nice battle anyway.” As I start putting my thumb down and try to muscle him in, a wave rises up and I get to see him broadside in the wave...KIMBLE!!!:Eye Pop: I let go of the spool immediately and back off the drag a bit more cuz I guess the sight of me scared the crap outta him and he bolted. After another 5 minutes or so...which we all know feels more like an hour...I get him back to the skinny, the whole time praying that I don’t get knocked on my butt a third time. The whitewater brings in on the beach, but before I could grab him, he slides back out. After some back and forth another wave slides him back on the beach and I get him to dry land. PAYBACK!!!!!
I get some quick shots with my iPhone, which for some reason, blew out the measurement shots, but he tapes out at 34”. I kept thinking about a post that 4_D_Halibut wrote on Robert’s (Murrieta Angler) report on his striper and how these don’t survive well on a long fight, so I wanted this fish back in the water FAST. I didn’t have anyone around to take a shot with me in it, but I wasn’t going to wait around. I got my shots and ran it back to the water. It swam off really strong so I’m hoping it lives a nice long, post-Bachi life.:Wink: I finally meet up with Mike but we didn't score anything more than some BSP for the rest of the session. We said our goodbye's and discussed a possible gameplan for the next day.
http://i1175.photobucket.com/albums/r627/bachidym/striper_zps7d9b5df2.jpg (http://s1175.photobucket.com/user/bachidym/media/striper_zps7d9b5df2.jpg.html)
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SUNDAY - Full assault team
So, after making a call for back-up, I met up with Arthur (Wingnut), Ben (a close friend), Mike (Bones) and Danimal (SP Dan). I figured we’d carpet bomb the area and try and overwhelm Kimble and his pinstriped gang. Arthur, Ben and I arrived in the dark and I struck first with a BSP skunkbust. Then Arthur gets bent on something with some good weight. He was pretty sure it was an imposter and, sure enough, up comes Mr. Wiggles. As greylight creeps in, Mike and Dan join the fight. I went into the day with no expectations for myself but REALLY wanted to put these guys on fish. If I could at least put one, if not all of these guys, on a striper, that would make my day. I enjoy helping/watching people get on fish as much, if not more, than catching myself. Well, I’ll just say mission accomplished. The lucky winner for the day will tell his tale...and what a tale it is! I will say that, unfortunately, Arthur got sucker punched by Kimble and got staggered after a quick five minute slugfest. We unfortunately missed having a double success story to tell. Everyone got to pull on some perch at the very least and we had a great time hanging out together on our quest, but this fight ain’t over. We’ll be back swinging for the fences, especially Arthur.:Wink:
Skunkbuster in the dark
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Arthur Pulling on the imposter
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Mr. Wiggles
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Mike with the best pig of the day
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Hope you enjoyed the read and hope you all have a great holiday season...
Don