Made it out to 24 to try to sabiki some bait. As I was getting bait, I noticed an odd white shape about 15 feet down moving slowly. I told Jon to grab the cobia rod with the jig on it and give it a toss. He does but thinks we are just messing with him and doesn't see the 30 pound cobia come up. inhale the jig, run 10 feet and spit it out. I'm standing there dumfounded. After giving Jon his well deserved ribbing, we moved off to a close number and started to fish. After catching several shorts and 1 23" gag, we used up our dozen live baits, so we decided to go back to the marker and get some more.
Got about 10 pins, cigars and threadfins and I asked the guys if they wanted to catch an AJ. Jon is from the keys and has never caught one. Wil and I laughed and said this should be fun. I punched up the number for the OAR/Wakulla DZ3 reef and off we went.
As we went the seas were bulding to 2-3's, but the chris craft rode like a dream. We got close to the number and I took the controls. The guys baited up and I hovered over one of the reefs. Down the baits went and both hooked up. Jon was screaming like a little girl and I was laughing my a$$ off. Both fish were shorts and Jon couldn't believe we couldn't keep something that pulled so hard.
We pulled back up to the reef and I hooked up on a jig and John hooked up again. We ended up catching 5, all shorts, but Jon is now hooked. Our next trip will be to the Yamaha.
We left for the hill about 7:15 and pulled up to the fort at 8:30 pm. Trip log showed 70 miles. At the gas pump we put in 20 gallons of gas. Man, you have gotta love an HPDI!
