Post by SkyJay on Nov 6, 2015 21:44:56 GMT -5
Went out prefishng for KOB tournament
this afternoon.
Picked up some nice baits at the South Pier and headed to an area that
has produced in past years and started to slow troll some Blue Runners.
No takers so we took a run S SW and checked out some bait stacks we found last week.
Decided to anchor up, chum, and and flat line as not to spook the bait out.
Started picking up Nice big Spanish right away but no Kingers.
Got a smallish Spanish about 15 inches and put it out on on the Talica 25 / balloon rig with a stinger hook.
The Mack did a U turn for the boat at 50 yards and became
immediatly nervous.
Swam a complete circle around the boat and we had to manuver the rod around the anchor rope.
As the nervous and timid bait swam at a 45 % angle to the bow not 1 but 2 Giant Kings surfaced slashing and slicing the water in pursuit of the now doomed Spanish
Mackeral.
Suddenly from under the boat a giant wake, and a splash
and a tank of a King half again bigger than the first two
pounced on the poor Mackeral like a Greenback.
The Talica 25 screamed in glee as 30 lb Mamoi Diamond
peeled off at light speed.
I loosed up on the lever drag just a tad and turned off the clicker as the giants first smoking run started to slow at aprox 300 yards.
On and on the battle ensued.
My cousin Captain Ian Jones buoyed the anchor and the chase was on.
After what seemed like an hour but was closer to 25 minutes of give and take we finally saw her !
Every bit of 40 pounds closer to 50 of beatiful Gulf Of
Mexico King Mackeral slicing through the water boatside.
Ian grabbed the gaff and stood ready as I tried my best
to manuver her in range.
The battle raged on. This ole girl was not going to be taken easily.
Time and time again, just when I thought we had her
off she'd go ripping line again.
I tried everything I know.
Short fast pumps. Diferent angles ect. all the while mindful of the tiny #2 treble imbedded in her jaw, and the nimble 44# wire.
Suddenly out of no where she went airbourne, or at least
tried she more or less just wallered at the surface
to heavy to actually jump.
After three somewhat tailwalks she decided that wasn't
working so down she went...
DEEP.
And then...
It was over.
She, the biggest Kingfish I or my cousin have ever seen swimming was gone !
The line went slack and at that moment I found out what
true heartbreak really feels like.
Upon inspection of the line it appeared that at some
point on the surface she got tail wrapped and frayed the
60# Yozuri Florocarbon leader.
At least the Skyjay special wire held I guess. lol
Shaking like a leaf, I holstered the rod in the rocket launcher and we prepred the boat to head in as darkness was aproaching quickly.
What a beautiful fish.
What a great day.
One things for sure...
I will never forget it.
Guess where we're fishin tomorow ?
50 big ones baby!
King Of The Beach !
sure wish old Truck FD
could see me now!
alot of what I know I learned from him.
Thanx Wayne!
if youre out there holla!
this afternoon.
Picked up some nice baits at the South Pier and headed to an area that
has produced in past years and started to slow troll some Blue Runners.
No takers so we took a run S SW and checked out some bait stacks we found last week.
Decided to anchor up, chum, and and flat line as not to spook the bait out.
Started picking up Nice big Spanish right away but no Kingers.
Got a smallish Spanish about 15 inches and put it out on on the Talica 25 / balloon rig with a stinger hook.
The Mack did a U turn for the boat at 50 yards and became
immediatly nervous.
Swam a complete circle around the boat and we had to manuver the rod around the anchor rope.
As the nervous and timid bait swam at a 45 % angle to the bow not 1 but 2 Giant Kings surfaced slashing and slicing the water in pursuit of the now doomed Spanish
Mackeral.
Suddenly from under the boat a giant wake, and a splash
and a tank of a King half again bigger than the first two
pounced on the poor Mackeral like a Greenback.
The Talica 25 screamed in glee as 30 lb Mamoi Diamond
peeled off at light speed.
I loosed up on the lever drag just a tad and turned off the clicker as the giants first smoking run started to slow at aprox 300 yards.
On and on the battle ensued.
My cousin Captain Ian Jones buoyed the anchor and the chase was on.
After what seemed like an hour but was closer to 25 minutes of give and take we finally saw her !
Every bit of 40 pounds closer to 50 of beatiful Gulf Of
Mexico King Mackeral slicing through the water boatside.
Ian grabbed the gaff and stood ready as I tried my best
to manuver her in range.
The battle raged on. This ole girl was not going to be taken easily.
Time and time again, just when I thought we had her
off she'd go ripping line again.
I tried everything I know.
Short fast pumps. Diferent angles ect. all the while mindful of the tiny #2 treble imbedded in her jaw, and the nimble 44# wire.
Suddenly out of no where she went airbourne, or at least
tried she more or less just wallered at the surface
to heavy to actually jump.
After three somewhat tailwalks she decided that wasn't
working so down she went...
DEEP.
And then...
It was over.
She, the biggest Kingfish I or my cousin have ever seen swimming was gone !
The line went slack and at that moment I found out what
true heartbreak really feels like.
Upon inspection of the line it appeared that at some
point on the surface she got tail wrapped and frayed the
60# Yozuri Florocarbon leader.
At least the Skyjay special wire held I guess. lol
Shaking like a leaf, I holstered the rod in the rocket launcher and we prepred the boat to head in as darkness was aproaching quickly.
What a beautiful fish.
What a great day.
One things for sure...
I will never forget it.
Guess where we're fishin tomorow ?
50 big ones baby!
King Of The Beach !
sure wish old Truck FD
could see me now!
alot of what I know I learned from him.
Thanx Wayne!
if youre out there holla!
