Around 11:00 we still hadn't had any luck. The words "maybe we should change spots" were in the process of coming out of my mouth and....
The rod was in the holder when he hit, and he didn't hit soft like a lot of the fish do. He bent the rod over and started peeling drag. When I started fighting him he didn't feel that big. After around 20 minutes of tug o' war, I had changed my opinion....
This one went 42" and was the longest and fattest fish I've ever caught. You can see the gut hanging in the picture, and if you'll notice, I'm not wearing my normal retarded grin, because I was actually straining to keep this fish up for the picture.
Shortly after this fish the tide went slack and the wind pushed us out into
the middle of the Cut, so we moved in closer to the rocks and
re-anchored. Even though it was an incoming tide all day, the tide started going out of the Cut and continued going out all day. Around 1:30......
Chris' rod goes off and he brings in this nice 38" fish....
A bit later....
and a 36" fish comes to the boat....
We get the hook out of the previous fish and take pictures. He actually had someone elses hook in his mouth, with a broken piece of steel leader attached to it. Then I noticed that while Chris was taking pics that his line looked a little funny, like it had moved up current. He starts reeling, and....
A 37" fish comes in.....
This was the last fish of the day. We stuck it out another 45 minutes or so, until 4:00, and then called it a day. Aside from the fish above, we had two other hookups that came unbuttoned. One fish was right next to the boat, he was around 36". When we got back, there was more water at the landing than when we put in, which indicates the tide did in fact come in over the course of the day, even though it was running out of the Cut the majority of the day. Mysteries of the deep I suppose.
The End?
