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2016: Trip #6 on the Thunderbird (2 Day)
9/8/16 - 9/10/16
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Trip #6 Report
Thunderbird Sep 8th fishing Sep 9th and 10th, 2016
Recounted by Sapphire Scribe
Full disclosure – Any resemblance to persons or events is strictly coincidental. Despite taking copious written notes (as I know mental notes are not practical with nothing to write them on) my notes went walkabout from my office. I can only hope those illegible scrawlings were not confused with a patient’s prescription or other order. The silver lining is that with time, fish always get bigger and with no written attestation, and factoring in tape conversions…well, read on. Oh, and of course fully apologies up front for any and all offensive material.
Pre-trip our President prodigiously pontificated to potential passengers of pertinent proper preparations. Fortunately for at least 11 members, they paid attention regarding bringing the heavy artillery (more on that later). Not so much regarding Luke’s admonishment to not get to the landing early as a late departure was anticipated. It appeared, Ryan Burson, Roy Patterson, Luke Burson (yes, he even skips over his emails), Ron Shrout, Carl Mckinley,Tom Hill, Randy Beebe, Stewart Finley, Steve Lenker, Brian Wynne, Andy Woodfill, Mike Trunk, Andy Sienkiewich and Charlie Sanchez didn’t get the memo, only Mike Zinniker & Bryan Upcraft apparently did. That notwithstanding, the assembled mob forwent the usual migration for south of the board cuisine and congregated at the Newport Landing Restaurant to test their happy hour offerings. The first decision of the trip was a success. Elsewise members engaged in a variant of a fantasy sport involving passengers boarding and disembarking from the whale watch trips, kibitzing with crew members and generally representing the club, carrying on.
Departure was as expected. Nicely cured ‘diens were added to the few scoops of remaining squirts. The boat was then point south for the tuna grounds. The ride south was reasonably smooth with the bumps leveled by the effects of various libations.
Sunrise brought us to within 3 to 4 miles of the border (read permit) about 20 miles offshore with a light breeze and an armada of boats, sport to fiber flies working the area like a flock of seagulls ravaging a dump. With all quiet on the trolling front (technically back / stern) Capt. Jeff (aka Shirley) diligently searched for just the right grade of fish, teasing up some here and there before stopping on a spot of tuna. We were able boat 10 nice grade, 12 to 24 # YFT before the boat traffic drove the school down. I was fortunate to go 2 for 2 casts on a jig (no wasted time at the bait tank), Mike Z & Bryan each got one. Missing my notes, I think the crew accounted for 3 (2nd ticket Andrew, Brian, & Kevin) with maybe Tommy, Brian, Andy S or Charlie accounting for the remaining 3. Conspicuously missing were the usual suspects.
Capt. Jeff puttered around the area trying to work away from the heard to no avail. In between stops we enjoyed Goofy’s “whatever is left over from dinner” breakfast burritos. He finally announced we were going to cut our losses and go for the gold, well blue i.e. Bluefin. It was really surprising the tasty temptation offer up on the kite didn’t evoke even a sniff.
The breeze steadily stiffen as we motored towards the Desperation reef area. The ride over was the most part uneventful. In route, we were treated to an up close and personal visit with a Blue whale while many members enjoyed Goofy’s bacon chicken cheese sandwiches.
We anchored up in the reef area along the 100 fathom line in the late morning / early afternoon. Steve was the only one to score and when we pulled anchor to head for shelter and finish the day calico bass fishing, his 60# class BFT was assured the day 1 patch.
Fishing the front side was a challenge as the wind was making anchoring a sketchy proposition on the favorite spots. We found a honey hole well above, but downwind of Roy’s crack. So whereas it was out of site, one could catch the occasional whiff (which was fortunate as many of us would require therapy from what was already seen on this trip). Fishing on the front was wide open with some quality fish coming over the rail. Bryan lost and regained his top Calico ranking. Luke & Bryan added a couple of yellowtails, 9# & 6.4# respectively. Everyone basically caught (and released) all the bass they wanted. (@GT – I landed the lone Blue perch).
As darkness fell, we were treated to dinner and a show. Dinner was excellent, Tri tip with steamed veggies, baked potatoes, and salad, followed by Goofy’s own Brownie cake (which was like putting hot dogs on a burger), but somehow worked. The show was a bit disturbing, as to be expected when Andy W & Mike T conspire. What started out as a relaxing evening sipping wine and after dinner beverages, swapping tails of what might have been and what tomorrow will bring while watching the crew filet the day’s catch, degraded into hideous dancing blowup dolls doing unnatural acts with the fish, and each other. Being well versed in hospital hygiene and infectious disease protocol, I was tempted to slide my catch overboard. The rail was to be a hazardous location with incoming flying fish preferring the deck over the dogs.
Recap of day one carnage: 10 YFT, 1 BFT, 2YT, Calico – Limit fishing with a new club leader (well the same one with a bigger fish), a couple goats, 1 Blue Perch
Day two was announced with the engines firing up and the sound of the anchor being retired. We motored from relative shelter to the reef adjacent area along the 100 fathom line in the predawn darkness of a blustery morning.
The anchor was redeployed. However, few ventured out on deck as the previous day on the spot had been slow. This day, it was the anglers who were to be slow as many remained in their bunks. That respite was short-lived as Tommy, then Ryan were on fish, serious fish, mean nasty, get the women and children out of the street, gonna hurt you and find your family and hurt too mean. As I emerged from the rack to check out the pandemonium, Mike Z got hooked while Tommy and Ryan were putting the finishing touches on their game. In no particular order (remember my notes are history), Bryan, Carl, Ron, Charlie, Brian & I hooked up, and yeah, Ryan was on his 2nd one. There were several more hooked, but lost. I was not in a position to take notes as I was otherwise occupied.
Short personal story on my date with a Bluefin (skip this if you’re bored);
It started with me lamenting that I had a daytime color flatfall and the majority of hookups were on the glow in the dark models. Mike Z handed me his rod with the right stuff ready to rock (I’m not sure what % was friendship vs. recovery from his bout with a bruiser). I dropped down, it was instant bendo! The first part of the battle was routine as the fish came to the boat in fairly short order. It was at that point things started to unwind, literally. The fish must have realized this wasn’t going to end well and made another 4 long runs and 7 trips around the boat (7 trips playing with the anchor). I made lots of friends along the way. The crew did an outstanding job managing multiple massive bodies in the water and on the deck converging on each other, it was poetry in motion. At one point, Bryan’s fish and mine conspired to escape and proceed to macramé our lines. The crew made a decision Bryan’s was more manageable and cut and retied his line while the fish continued on its quest to escape. Bryan subsequently landed that fish. To me, that was the most amazing catch of the trip.
When my fish finally came to gaff, it was determined the drags were a bit loose despite being scaled the day before. That turned out to be fortunate as there were several nicks in the last 20’ of the spectra. Though it wasn’t the biggest (2nd I’m told, Ryan assured me the picture of the two of us was with his “little” one), it was a total experience to remember which would not have happened without excellent friends, fishermen and crew.
Meanwhile back on the rail……………
Capt. Jeff continued to call out individual fish location and depth as the dawn gave way to morning. Things slowed down, then ground to a halt as the sun got higher in the sky. Capt. Jeff confirmed that whereas the total numbers may not have been of the charts, we were the high count on the tunas both days.
Total carnage on the Bluefin -10 ranging from 60# - 90# class fish. Ryan’s tapped out at 87#’s and with tape conversion to actual weight was assessed to be a 92# - 93# fish and with no written record at the time of the catch, these become 100# class fish. (87#’s to be used for club tuna contention). As with the day prior, when we headed for the front side of the Island, Ryan’s BFT would stand up for the day 2 patch and leaderboard for the Club Tuna competition.
In route we had more of Goofy’s whatever is left over from dinner breakfast combo, the Tri tip worked well. Though it was technically still morning, adult beverages started to work their way onto the deck.
Once nestled up to the island on the front side, calico fishing went into full swing. Though the fish were a bit smaller than the previous day on average, it was literally a fish / cast wide open catching. Bryan having reached his fill of calico’s tried the open water for YT, but only managed a few Boneheads.
Goofy came up with yet another creation with his sliders. This was excellent grab and go cuisine, it was very tasty and one could still participate in a hot bite.
About 1:00 the anchor was pulled for the last time and the boat pointed towards the Landing. It was a sloppy crossing riding the trough from a SW swell.
All in all a fantastic trip. Everything went as planned / advertised. Many caught a fish of a lifetime, the improved amenities on the boat, perfect bait, excellent cuisine, beverages, members, crew, and preparation consultation from our President all made for an excellent experience. With no disrespect to our other Boats, in my humble opinion, we had the best crew experience one can legally have on the water; a couple of members however may have crossed that line……………
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Trip #4: Boat: Thunderbird 2 day Departs: Thursday August 8th Fishing: August 9th & 10th Returns: August 10th PM “In every species of fish I’ve angled for, it is the ones that got away that thrill me the most”. — Ray Bergman: The late Ray Bergman was born in Nyack, New York in 1891 & died there in 1967. He wrote for "Outdoor Life" magazine for 26 years. I am not going to bore you with the same deck foreplay that usually starts these scribe histories. Yes, Hayden showed up before dawn. Yes, guys dropped their bags and went to their usual watering holes and dinner spots. What was unique is Paul forgot his tackle box. That, I would think, would be hard to do….but he did scurry home and get what ne needed. By the goodness of all on the deck, he was allowed to keep his place in line. Ian and I have “day jobs” so we did not show up to see the morning coffee being made at Newport Landing Restaurant. Instead we arrived at 6 PM. Getting a call from Roy asking if I’m still attending the trip was entertaining; glad he cared enough to make sure I was aboard! It was interesting that when we did arrive, all the gear was on board and bunks were taken. Now I know why you arrive early; my top bunk was not the best on board. Next time I will take conference calls while watching the Ferris Wheel! As I grabbed my bunk and dropped my tackle box, I noticed an earie tranquility on The Thunderbird. NO GOOFY! I am not an old DWRRC salty dog like the rest of this crew, but in my 3 years in the Club, Goofy has been a main-stay. Always there, always giving someone sh_t and certainly taking some too. That tranquil glow graced us the entire trip. We left at 7 PM, picked up bait and started off to Cortez Bank. There was some hints of wind, but we decided to brave the elements. We arrived at the Bank around 5:30 AM and Jeff rolled us into some deeper water. We started fishing around 6 AM to a nice bite of Blue Fin. We had at least 2 loaded up consistently on that stop, with schoolies of 25-40 pounds. We dragged in 52 BFT on that stop with a few Yellow Tail coming aboard as well. Jim (6) Brian (4), BJ (6) and Saif were pretty active with nice numbers and good quality. Andy and Ryan pulled in some nice Yellows. It was good to see that Ryan could still pull on fish. His back, for the most part, held up while fishing for Pelagics. Fly line was the set-up of choice on this stop, but Yoyos and drop shots were also successful. We moved off this part of the Bank and moved to shallow water as the bite seemed to taper off as we continued to fish that stop. There were some that thought we should stay….Captain Jeff made the right decision! At 8:30 we pulled up into more shallow waters at 120 feel and anchored. We were not alone, in looking around there were at least 10 other Sport Boats in the area sitting on the same shallow bank. We moved off that anchor around 11 AM. We had to move as the boat LIMITED OUT on Blue fin with 104 boated (that includes the 52 from the earlier spot). We also bagged 35+ Yellow Tail! What was great about that stop was the quality of fish and the ability to catch YT and BFT at the same spot. If you had a Drop Shot on or you were Yoyo-ing, or fly line you were hooking up! It was an epic morning bite and one for the record books. Saif bagged 16 fish (10 BFT /6 YT) BJ- 11 (9 BFT/2 YT), Jim- 13 (11BFT/2 YT) and Steve- 10 (8 BFT/2 YT). These 4 guys caught 50 of the 145 fish caught…well done guys. (NOTE: I’m sure I missed another Big Hitter on this list, so apologies if I missed someone…I was too busy wrestling my own catch!). Since everyone had smiles on their faces and a full fish hold, Jeff moved us to bottom fishing. The Bank always shines with Big Reds and a sprinkling of other cod mixed in. Jeff let the boat know that we were headed off to bottom fish and gear up for bite. Everyone has their “ultimate” bottom set-up. I like the double dropper loop with a bunch of squid, Saif showed on deck with a large Blue Fin knife Jig. As I looked at the different rigs, I catch Mike with a dildo strapped onto his line! What the hell is that? The “tail” was long and the head would make any porn star blush. It did catch fish, but Mikey was bummed that his tail got eaten off. The knife jig stole the show as Saif brought up some huge cod monsters from the deep. I was fishing next to Paul and, on the drop, he got nailed. He was fishing a Tranx 500, so coming up was not fun; but he pulled up 2 massive, beautiful reds that put a nice smile on his face! Unfortunately, Ryan did not have a smile on his face, the heavy swells and waves did a number on his back….not fun fighting those swells with a bad back. We made 2 different drifts and brought in some beautiful fish; Reds, Bocaccio, Vermillion, and a few Sheephead. I caught a huge White Fish that I was excited to cook up when I got home. Guys who wanted to “fill their sacks” had that opportunity and we made quick time to leave the swells and white capped waves. A third drift was not warranted. We headed to San Clemente (The Island, not the beach town) around 3 PM. Night fishing for Blue Fin was off the agenda with limits on the boat, so that offered up many options for the thirsty fisherman. Some started Happy hour early while others bunked down for a few hours. I decided to nap a bit and came up to quite a happy hour crew. It did not take long to join the party, Bourbon, tequilla and many wine bottles were found throughout the galley. Carmelo, standing in for Goofy, did an awesome job on dinner. We had baked chicken with a purple rice and salad. The salad was worth noting as it was a mixed green with tomatoes and cucumber…nice alternative to the bland head lettuce we usually see on these trips. No Goofy drama with this dinner. The dessert bars got handed out and no one had to beg….I’m sure some missed the banter. Day 1 JACKPOT Winner - Roy, who edged out Saif and BJ with a nice sized Blue Fin caught during the AM bite. Congrats Roy! We woke at Pyramid Cove with lines being wet around 6. This Scribe did not see the sun till 7ish, but no harm was done…no fish landed. Jeff moved us out of the Cove to hunt Yellow Tail. He stopped at Gold Beach where Hayden and Reilly caught 2 nice YT and we picked off a few Bonito and Calico. While at Gold Beach, Alex hooked a nice Yellow on his Yoyo and brought it to the rail, it was gaffed and “controlled” but as they moved it to the stern to lift it to the deck, the fish flipped off the gaffe and the jig! Go figure! Jeff did Alex right and gave him a Boat Yellow to make up for the gaffe (get it ha, ha). We left Gold beach and searched for other spots. We stopped on some Calico, stopped to fish YT, but never found a sweet spot till 11:30. Thunderbird pulled onto “Runway” and the spot lived up to its name. We fished there for 90 minutes and brought in18 yellows and missed many more than we bagged. All of these fish were of high grade 20-30#. I was pulling on a nice Yellow when my spool went off with a huge run…quite a fish! Then I hear Mike yelling from the top deck that I was on a seal…. my Jackpot lust was lost. We left Runway at 1 PM and started to head home. Bruce won the Jackpot and Fisherman of the Day. Congrats Bruce, great looking YT! As we were heading home I was chatting with Jake intently (as you do with Jake ) on the port side of the rail. We were into a good story intent in conversation when….Crash…on my head and 50% of Jake, a cooler was emptied from above deck! Ice cold water allowed us to sober up and laugh at the “accident”…still wondering if that was an accident or prank, but fun no matter! Our Junior Angler was Rowan, Ryan B’s girlfriend’s son. Great young man who was excited to be on his first overnight! He had some issues with waves and swells, but finally got his sea legs and enjoyed pulling in a few big fish. Great work by a future DWRRC Angler! What an epic fishing trip with great quality and a crazy consistent bite throughout the 2 days. Thanks to the folks who helped me Scribe, hard to keep up on such an action-packed trip. Dutifully submitted, Justin
