8/21/14 - 8/22/14
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I was grateful to have the opportunity to fish with a bunch of my DWRRC buddies before heading over to the Big Island to start my retirement. The local fishing conditions were incredible, with yellowfin being caught in mass quantities about an hour into Mexican waters.
Joining Charter Master Luke and myself were Mike Zinniker, Brian Upcraft, Joe, Stewart, Mike Guest, Jeff Hinrichs, Bill Gardner, Chris Lund,
Snackmaster Extraordinaire, Dave Moritz, Gary Thompson, Bill Hammer and
guest angler Scotty Mendez.
Due to the Amigo having a turn-around trip, our departure from the dock wouldn't be an early one. Mike threw the dock lines at 8:30pm and headed for the bait receiver. Shano had brought the Amigo back with a few scoops of primo 'dines in the forward tank. The 'dines we ended up picking up at the receiver were not exactly prestine. Out night-tract heading was to head south about 65 miles, below the 182 and
just into Mexican waters. The ride was a bit rolly at first, but seemed to mellow out as we worked our way south. Most of the anxious anglers rolled out of their bunks around 5am. Mike cut the throttles down to trolling speed a few minutes after 6am. With warm, overcast skies and light winds, it was T-Shirts and shorts for most of the guys. At sunrise we found ourselves in 72.7 degree water in the vicinity of the 302. It appeared the entire San Diego fleet was around us, including several of the high-liner Long Range boats.
Shortly after 7am, Mike stopped the boat on a patch of puddler's. Immediately a half-dozen rods went bendo with 15 pound yellowfin. Dave
hooked a larger unit on his 20# outfit that tied him up in the corner for an extended tug of war. He won the battle and a chunky YFT came over the rail. Mike announced the side-scan sonar was clear, so it was time to get back to trolling.
The rotation lasted all but 5 minutes before Mike spotted another group of puddler's. The jigs were cranked in and another flurry of bait fish were hooked, stuck and sacked. At 8:20am, we had our first jig strike of the day, an exhilarating triple-header. Unfortunately the fish didn't want to come to the boat, so no bait fish were hooked.
We had a couple hour dry period that started to get Mike a tad perturbed. In an unusual move, Mike was called in by the Thunderbird that was running low on bait and had filled out their Mexican limits. The Amigo was brought in tight in the hopes that the school could be enticed to our transom with some fresh chum. We managed to hook a couple of fish, but it was obvious, the bulk of the school had bailed. Mike sparked the engines to go look for another batch of puddler's. It didn't take long and we were soon in the hottest bite of the day. We put over 47 fish on the deck, a couple of which were less-than-whole due an an extremely aggressive 8 foot hammerhead. Yours truly was the first to provide a sacrificial tuna. Dave also donated a generous aperitif.
The early afternoon re-cap had Luke as the hot stick, Brian was having a good day with a limit of yellowfin. Dave and Gary were one fish away from their Mexican 5-fish limits. There were several club members with 3 fish to their credit. My 3:30pm update highlighted a 2-hour meter mark stop that brought us up to the 70-fish count we were striving for. The fish werea veraging 15 to 18 pounds, with a few in the low twenties.
Luke was on fire, hooking and passing fish at a brisk pace. The terns were starting to be a bit pesky, especially with my long-soaked 'dines. I managed to hook a few, the last of which I tried unhooking myself. Bad idea, the manic bird immediately chomped down on my finger. I'd swear that birds beak was full of razor sharp little teeth! He left a couple of clean lacerations on the top of my finger which bled profusely. Note to self, always let the crew unhook your bird!
We experienced a bit of a rare mishap during the flurry of the hot bite. During an untangling exercise in the starboard corner, there was a bit of a miss communication between Ichiro and Stewart. The end result was Stewart's outfit getting dropped in the drink. Ichiro made a gallant effort, quickly grabbing a gaff and desperately lunging for the butt of the rod. The rod angled off into the deep, rapidly disappearing into the blue abyss. It's always a shocking event when it happens and certainly a very rare one on the Amigo. It was a first for this 14-year club member.
Mike announced we were done fishing Mexican waters. He was going to push the Amigo up to cruising speed for an hour to nudge us back into US waters where we would spend the rest of the afternoon trying to finish out out our 10-fish US tuna limits. Under clear skies and a moderate breeze, we put the jigs back in the water. It wasn't long, when we experienced Mike putting the pedal to the medal. He came on the PA and announced he had spotted breaking fish. After about a five minute run, we were in the area, completely by ourselves!
The jigs were pulled in and the an absolute WFO bite ensued. This was a much nicer grade of fish. For over an hour, they were eating every bait that hit the water, no matter what size line it was attached to. The 30# and 40# pound outfits were a no-brainer, Luke had to break out his 60# outfit just for kicks and giggles. That fish never got a chance to turn its head!
At this point we had burned threw most of the bait and were now down to the lively seasoned 'dines Shano had saved for us. Don't you know that had a positive impact on our hook-up ratio! Mike thought we were approching our 10-fish limit, so a few of the diehards started breaking fish off at the side of the boat. Not surprisingly, Mike announced we were done and in one of those very rare occasions, the Amigo drove away from breaking fish! He set a coarse for Fish Hook Harbor on the lee side of Clemente. We weren’t 10 minutes into our journey when Mike came back on the PA and nonchalantly commented that we were approaching “acres of breaking tuna”! It just doesn't get any better that that! The anchorage in Fish Hook was pretine, as was Ichiro's ribeye dinner.
The crossing to Newport Harbor was flat calm. We hit the channel entrance at 4:30am and a few minutes later were securely tucked into the slip. The final fish count was 145 yellowfin. Hot-stick Brian Upcraft was the JP winner, with a nice fish in the high twenties.
This was an incredible way to end my 14 years of fishing with the greatest bunch of fishing buddies a guy could have. I'm hoping many of you will be making a trip to the Big Island in the not-too-distant future. I'd love to show you the island and get you out on the Kila Kila for a shot at a Kona bruiser!
Aloha!
Chas