Cal,
Come on down to Atlanta anytime year-round! I have an Orvis rod/reel just waiting on you for casting lessons at our lake.😀😀😀
Dave,
I'm sure we will meet-up again. I have fond memories of Savanna. I have an Orvis reel, and my rod is a 5 weight.
As far as fishermen go, I am annoying.
A friend from work invited me to go shark fishing out of Shin-A-cock. Basically it was a shark tournament. LOL. The boat was a 30 foot Blackwatch that has a 15 foot beam (width) and was powered by two Volvo 750 HP turbo diesels. About 100 boats gathered around in the ocean side of the inlet. When they shot off a flare all the boats gunned their engines and headed out, but the wake from the Blackwatch kinda made rough seas for all the other boats. Now I understood why a tournement boat has big engines.
80 miles off shore we set up. My job was the chum, a disgusting job. Rich set up four rods and then the owner of the boat and Rich took a nap. It didn't take long before the rod with the most line out started clicking, then it ran off some line. I tried to wake up Rich, but he said it is only probably a bluefish, but I kicked him awake.
The big German got up and put the reel in freespool letting out some line, then he locked the reel, and waited to the slack to leave the line. When the line became taunt he violently set the hook and all hell broke loose. Rich yelled out for a belt. "This fish is hurting me," he said. and the owner grabed a belt with a gimble to hold the rod butt. "Clear the deck, bring in those other rods before I get tangled."
Eventually Rich asked for a harness that clipped to the reel allowing Rich to lean back to punish the fish, and suddenly the shark jumped clear out of the water. "Its a Mako," Rich yelled. "If I loose this fish I'm going to be pissed. Get the gaff."
So not only is this my first shark tournament, it is my first time off shore, and also the first time gaffing a shark which requires three people: one guy is on the rod; I was the wireman; and the owner was the guy with the flying gaff.
A flying gaff has a large barbed hook that has a rope tied off to a cleat that will separate from the pole after the hook is driven through the shark's head. My job was to wear a pair of leather gloves and direct the shark's head into position by grabbing the line by pressing it inbetween my open gloved palms when Rich put the reel into free spool.
A lot of bad things can happen, especially at this point. Makos are jumpers and there are stories of Mako's jumping into boats, and even worse jumping through a hull and sinking boats, but somehow we gaffed him on our first attempt. The rope made a long sustained note like a piano as the shark dove. and it took three of us to pull the shark to the surface.
My next job was to tail rope the shark. The other two guys held the shark near the surface while I had a second rope with a clasp that I wrapped around the gaff rope and clasped the tailrope to form a circle that I had to work past the head and fins of the Mako. While I was doing this the shark lunged for my head, and Rich shoved me onto the deck to save my face.
On the second attempt I got the tailrope in place. We radioed in that we had a Mako. Perhaps it was around 10:00 AM, and the seas started to swell. The forecast was for nasty chop as the day proceeded.
We headed in early with our trophy and were looking good for first place and also the "Calcutta" which is the pool for the largest Mako. Kaa-Ching.
Our hearts sank when someone brought to the dock a 1000 pound Thresher, so we got bumped to second place, but still had the Calcutta. It was getting close to 5:00 PM and the cutoff where you had to get your fish to the dock by 5:00 PM when we heard that someone was comming in with a big Mako. Our hearts sank again. Our fish was only around 300 pounds.
Three drunk 20 year olds came to the dock with a 500 pound Mako. It featured a gaff scar in its stomach. I wondered how they didn't get killed. Their boat was a 20 foot Sea Ox with single outboard, so these fools got the snot beat out of them by the rough seas. Because of the deadline one of the guys got in the cabin to be ballast to charge threw the rough seas. These guys were fools.
We ended up getting 3rd place, but we won the Calcutta because the fools did not partake. $10K was split 4 ways: a share went to the boat; and the other three shares were divided into the crew. After that trip I became always invited because I was considered good luck.
On another trip we were going out to overnight tuna fishing. We got off shore and Rich saw a school of Dolphin (the fish not the mammal) He took a spinning rod and with a piece of squid caught one. Rich tied it alive off the stern swimming in the water.
It was true that a school of Dolphin won't abandone a fish, and we were surrounded by a cloud of fish, but while the first fish was easy to catch, the second was difficult. The three of us were getting skunked, so I tried something different. I cast away from the cloud of fish into barren waters. I could see one fish turn to investigate, but then another second fish charged for my bait. When the white strip of squid disapeared I raised my rod tip, and the fish jumped tail dancing on the water.
So to be annoying when I lifted my trophy over the side of the boat I made sure I bounced my catch off of Riche's leg. By the time I bounced 5 or 6 fish off Rich no one else was catching fish, and then Rich lost it
"If you don't tell me what you are doing I'm going to toss you overboard," Rich yelled. LOL.
Anyways we had intended to stay out all weekend fishing, but we literally had a boatload of fish, so we headed back in. BTW Rich was a big German and he was a natural born hunter. Monday mornings at work one knew that if he was in a good mood that you knew that he killed something over the weekend. One time he showed me a ten point deer he had bow hunted. He stood alongside his trophy dressed in cammo. When I said that he looked like Elmer Fud, boy did he get pissed, but everone else laughed really hard.
In my past I was a "pinhooker." Every Saturday and Sunday morning me and two other guys caught enough fish to support the gas, insurance and upkeep for a 18 foot center console by supplying the Kismet Inn on Fire Island a supply of fish.
It has been two decades since I left this life behind...
Cal