It was a lovely day on the Pacific Ocean, a pilgrimmage to the primal fishing grounds. I stopped at two places on the way to the boat for dramamine and no luck.
The red bull and cupcakes I chose for my 3:30 A.M breakfast, were not doing my stomach any favors as the swells hit the side of the ship creating an awkward rolling pitching motion.
I spent a few moments wondering why I had chosen to do this on my Sunday, but it always is that way with these trips, especially when you are not feeling great.
The day ended up being a great success, although the first three hours were slow and frustrating for the 45 fisherman on board.
A deckhand informed us that the afternoon bite would be better as the current would inprove the fishing.
We slogged it out hntil around 11 a.m when the fishing picked up. After a remarkable breakfast burrito, my stomach gave me the go ahead to enjoy the day, with the caveat of no funny business such as drinking alcohol or even soda. This was around the time I hooked my first whitefish. It was about 12 inches long. My daughter still hadn’t hooked anything, but was getting “bites” comsistemtly.
Around 1:00, things really picked up as we started fishing significantly deeper water. At the depth of 630 feet, with a 1 pound sinker on the line, every cast was a solid bite or a fish, or sometimes two fish (we were using two hooks).
My daughter brought up two large groupers weighing 3 pounds or so, it took her 20 minutes to get them on the boat, but she never gave up!
All in all, it was a pretty fantastic day, and made for some delicious fish fry in the evening!
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