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2019: Trip #4 Fortune (1.5 Day)
Trip #4 The Fortune out of 22nd Street Landing, July 5 – 7, 2019
“ It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” -- Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities,
All DWRRC members were survivors of the latest earthquakes in the southland AND were filled with optimism for the hunting of tuna—YFT and BFT . . . and a few YT would be a good thing as well.
However, the squid gods were not smiling on those searching for bait that night!! Further, the hunting grounds were the infamous “Depression Reef” areas – possibly not a good omen of where our minds were headed!
Hayden set the pace with his usual arrival at the landing at 9:25am which was rewarded with two open spaces in the close-in parking lot!! He caught up on his reading of periodicals and listening to an audible book : “Mr Trump’s Wild Ride” by Major Garrett -- being semi-retired offers such flexibility. Others started arriving after Hayden enjoyed his lunch on the landing at about 1:30pm.
When Axel was aboard the Fortune, some of us, including Bill Parks, Paul Casillas, Gary Thompson & myself were able to get our tackle boxes, rods’n’reels aboard along with duffle & tackle bags. Then Axel/Jordan took the Fortune for fuel, as other members arrived just as the boat was leaving.
All were boarding by 6pm -- getting tackle and stuff stored away in the bunkroom and setting up tackle for the next morning. This included: Mike Z., Chris L., Stewart F., Steve S., Andy S., Steve L., John L., Roy P., Gary T., Bill P., Hayden, Ron H., Dan H., Nick H., Paul C., Oscar O., Geoff D’Sena, and, last on the list, but certainly not least, Joe Stassi, the Club’s Senior Alumni Emeritus!!
As we pulled away from the dock and headed to the bait barge, Steve provided “Lite Snacks” with emphasis on Lite. This was a bit of a surprise given the pleasant memories of the chilidogs with cheese and onions on the first Fortune Trip. But certainly no one was going hungry and no one would be struggling to survive to breakfast in the morning – I guess Steve wanted us lean and hungry – well at least hungry for breakfast!!
“Let him think that I am “more man than I am and I will be so.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
So the gin, bourbon, and vino began flowing . . . as much was exchanged about the possibilities for hunting tuna on the next morning. The impact of the recent earth shaking on the targeted species seemed to be overlooked, or possibly ignored in hopes that such beliefs were without merit.
“Now is no time to think of what you do not have.
Think of what you can do with that there is”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
Later in the nite there were only 40 pieces of live squid to be had, so the cold fresh dead were brought up from the chiller.
“Why do old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
At Pyramid Cove at 4am the next morning some excited fishermen were out on deck with dropper loops and egg drop sinkers providing squid -- live and dead – to those bottom feeders. About a dozen other boats of various types & sizes were also in pursuit of YT. Gary’s dropper loop creatively hooked a bonito, and someone brought in a white fish. But NO yellowtail were hungry and willing.
“My big fish must be somewhere.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
So off we went to the Depression Reef area. During the move all enjoyed Steve’s breakfast of eggs-to-order, bacon, and biscuits’n’bourbon gravy with plenty of coffee on the flat seas of the Lake Pacific. Then humorous and not-so-humorous jokes by Mike Z and Stewart entertained all as many thoughts of YFT and BFT were contemplated.
“If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy.
But since I am not, I do not care.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
At 9am we started trolling rotation with four boat rods and lures in the first and second waves in the Fortune’s wake. We spotted dolphins with a few YFT tagging along and brought the Fortune to rest. So bait fish, lures, jigs of all sorts were cast out, but the tuna retired to the calm waters below what was now a glassy surface with little wind. So trolling resumes.
“Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows
when the ocean can be so cruel?”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
At 10am the engines surged as we rushed in hot pursuit of tuna chasing baitfish on the surface. Again, as we approached and offered snacks (chum) and other tempting treats, the tuna retreated to the lower depths without submitting to such temptations.
“It's silly not to hope. It's a sin he thought.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
Trolling resumed and then stopped again at 10:45am with no wind and glassy ocean surfaces . . . no bites, and no hook-ups.
Then Steve announced “Hot Rail Delivery” of chocolate chip cookies still warm from the oven -- needless to say the sweet flavors were a pleasant diversion from the bitter taste of no bites!!
At about this time another stop led to two hook ups on baitfish about 15 minutes apart. The first was by Bill Parks which with 30 lb leader on a Talica 10II reel, the fish was the right species and apparently of good size as it dove down in its attempt to escape. Fifteen minutes later, the second hookup was by Nick Henry on 40 lb leader and a similar diving occurred and the fight was on.
“Luck is a thing that comes in many forms and who can recognize her?”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
The rest of us just worked to keep out of their way as they went round the boat and back and forth at the rail several times for about 40 – 50 minutes.
“Fish," he said, "I love you and respect you very much.
But I will kill you dead before this day ends.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
Words of constructive criticism and coaching were offered by those who watched the two fishermen stress and strain against the pressure by both fish.
“I may not be as stong as I think, but I know many tricks and I have resolution.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
Bill and Nick worked hard to out wit their opponents and avoid the traps and tangles posed by the rest of us around the rail.
“Fish," he said softly, aloud, "I'll stay with you until I am dead.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
At about Noon, first Bill got his tuna to the boat and two gaffs pulled the fat BFT over the rail. The measurements suggested about a 87.5 lb fish, but the formula was thought to be understating weight so 90+ lbs seemed to be a better estimate. About 15 minutes later, Nick brought his BFT to the boat and again two gaffs pulled it over the rail. This was a slightly slimmer model estimated to be about 70 lbs. Small, really small hooks, strong baits well-selected and relatively lite leaders by Bill and Nick seem to be the secret to their hook up successes.
“It is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars.
It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
So now we are off again in search for more tuna surface activity as Steve served an excellent lunch of cheeseburgers with all the fixins and potato salad. The continued flat ocean made for a pleasant meal and break from repeated frustration of chasing tuna on the surface that only wanted to tease us as they dove down when we approached.
“You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food, he thought.
You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. ― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
We made similar frustrating “stops with no, nada tamales” at 1pm, 1:10pm, 1:45pm, 2pm, 3pm (2 stops). UGH!! WHY HAVE THE TUNA GODS FORSAKEN US??? Misery loves company!!
“No one should be alone in their old age, he thought.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
At 3:10pm Steve put out two trays of snacks – one with a variety of thin sliced meats (salami, ham, etc) and one with several types of cheese and a bowl of crackers. The fishermen basically inhaled these treats hoping to model such behavior so that the tuna would imitate us all – no such luck !!!
At 3:40pm we stopped and heard Bob’s warning that this looked like heavier tuna on the sonar screen. But these apparently bigger models were not hungry – so down they dove and left us hanging baits and dragging jigs.
“Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought.
But that was the thing that I was born for.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
At 5:15pm Hayden turned on the Drinking Light to officially signal time to relax, although a few sneaked in early. As Hayden sat sipping his Makers Mark on the rocks, Mother Nature suddenly sent a wave under the Fortune and tipped over his glass!! Such misfortune was embarrassing in the face of fully satisfied tuna all around but none interested in our offerings nor challenging us for sport!!
At 6pm we came upon a kelp patty with a few Dorado seen around, but our past experience was repeated – many baits were cast forth, but none were chosen !! EXCEPT ONE – but it was lost back in the kelp so some suspected this to be a yellowtail with this typical behavior!!
So we headed for Catalina, enjoyed a variety of spirits as we anticipated dinner. At 7 pm Steve began serving an excellent bill of fare _- TriTip Roast slices, mashed potatoes with bourbon seasoned gravy, and asparagus wrapped in bacon – and cheese cake for dessert. At this point some took a nap anticipating fishing for WSB at Catalina.
“Now is no time to think of what you do not have.
Think of what you can do with what there is.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
We arrived at Catalina at about 11:30pm with just under half of the fishermen on deck. Yours truly gave this night fishing – which I do not enjoy – a one hour trial – then went back to my bunk – others continued.
I returned on deck at 5am and heard that all types of bottom feeders had been hooked and released along with one lonely 12” WSB. So all broke down their gear, stored tackle, and sat down for Steve’s breakfast of pancakes and sausage served at 6am as we headed for San Pedro.
Bill Parks kept his BFT whole for the weigh-in (actually 87.0 lbs – just ½ lb below the formula.) at the dock for the contest . Nick’s BFT was filleted on the way back.
We arrived at the 22nd Street landing at 7am. Only Bill and Nick had to deal with their fish, the rest of us were free of that burden.
“But man is not made for defeat," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
All were looking forward to our next adventure at sea together !!
“Only I have no luck any more. But who knows? Maybe today.
Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky.
But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
Sounds like something our fearless leader, El Presidente Luke, has said in the past as well!!
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Trip #7: Boat: Thunderbird 2.5 day Departs: Tuesday September 17th Fishing: September 18th, 19th Returns: September 20th am It all started on a pleasant Tuesday afternoon, Tuesday September 17th in fact. Tuesday is a fantastic day to get to the docks, because this Tuesday happened to be Taco Tuesday. Taco Tuesday is a great way to start anything of any importance, especially a fishing trip, two-dollar tacos and five-dollar margs to get things rocking while you’re still on land. This has been unscientifically proven to allow one’s sea legs to become accustomed to an imbalance of equilibrium, making for a smooth transition to the boat. We departed the dock around 8 pm with words of Tanner and Cortez slipping through the breeze and dancing upon our ears. Day 1 we arrived at Cortez bank around 5:30 am. After a night of getting rocked by large swells we awoke to a sea that was not all that happy to have us and not very willing to give up the fish. It was on the tougher side of things, but we still managed to scrape out a pretty good haul of fish. With a tally of 47 fish caught from good sized yellow tail to smaller blue fin from 20 lbs to the largest being 55 lbs caught by our Junior Angler Lucas Harris. Now, I believe, young Lucas learned a valuable life lesson on this trip, if you don’t gamble you can’t win. The next biggest fish, patch recipient, and pot was caught by Steve Sturm! Day 1 ended with a trip back to the bait barge because the bait was not great. Day 2 we arrived at Cortez bank around 5:50 am. As we were now a well-rested contingent of hardened sea slappers, everyone was extremely eager to get a line out. With rods in our hands and lines in the water, Bonita and small yellowtail began to come over the rail. After 3 hours of Bonita, El Capitan, Jeffe, decided it was time to make a move to Tanner. And this was well received. We arrived to Tanner and it began to sprinkle which was nice. At Tanner we caught yellowtail and smaller bluefin. The night bite wasn’t very bitey, El Capitan made a great effort moving multiple times to try and get us on the fish to no avail. Mr. one cast one fish, Mike Castillo caught the biggest blue fin of the day receiving the patch and pot. Light lines, small hooks and bait that was less than willing to be sacrificed in the belly of monsters make for tough fishing but it’s always great to be out on the water. Adios Brandon Lockwood
Trip #6: Boat: Thunderbird 1.5 day Departs: Thursday September 5th Fishing: September 6th Returns: September 7th am Trip 6 kicked off as it routinely does the usual suspects being at the dock, possibly before sunrise for all I know. My dad and I arrived at the dock around 2pm on Thursday with almost no traffic on the peninsula due to school being back in session. The weather at the dock was beautiful but we knew there was some wind ahead on the Tanner and Cortez Banks but that was really the only option as that’s where the fish have been basically all summer. Captain Jeff told us he wasn’t sure where we were going to start but it was going to be a bumpy ride out. After getting bait we were headed west. When we woke up, I was informed that Jeff took us to the Tanner Bank and was looking for fish. We stopped on a couple spots of fish and eventually got the anchor down and tried to get a bite going with no luck. Around 9:00 AM, we made the hour and 20-minute run to the Cortez Bank. The fishing improved once we got there but it was still a grind and we were soon anchored up in about 150 feet of water. The next 3 and a half hours were classic plunker bite fishing. Light line, small hooks and a hot bait would be rewarded with bites. There was a good mix of bluefin and yellowtail biting and the weather really improved from the ride out and was better than forecasted, but still a bit breezy. The final count for the morning was 14 Bluefin (8-15lbs), 14 Yellowtail and 4 bonito. At 1:30PM, with the bite really slowing down Jeff decided it was time to make another move towards the northwest end of Clemente; that would not only put us closer to home but get us in position for an afternoon/night bite on some better grade bluefin. With that being said most of the boat went down to get some rest. After the nap it was time to enjoy some beers in the sun on the top deck of the boat. Things got interesting when Bruce spotted bigger tuna splashing nearby. The crew jumped into action, setting up the kite and sending out flyers, while others used fly lines and sinker rigs. There were some standout moments: Hung, Bruce’s guest, landed his first bluefin on a dropshot rig with 40lb test after a tough fight and Kevin Kom quickly pulled in a solid bluefin on a 50lb fly line. Last but certainly not least, Rico worked the flyer like a pro, and at one point, we had two bait fish and two kite fish going at the same time. We had a close call when two kite fish got tangled and broke one of the fish off but when the first fish was gaffed the braid of the broken off fish was wrapped around it. Jeff and Scuba Steve jumped into action to try and save it. Jeff wrapped the braid around his shoulder and hands, and Steve spliced the line back to the rod, letting us bring in the fish. Our junior angler Lucas was pumped after the catch. This description truly doesn’t do it justice and was one of the most impressive things I’ve seen done by a crew. After the heroic save, we went a perfect 5 for 5 on 70-130 lb fish. The kite fish were caught by Mike Barton, Ron Shrout and Lucas, our junior angler. With the sun starting to set and a few hours left to fish, Jeff kept the search going while guys were having Carmelo’s pork loin and mashed potatoes in the galley. He told us we were going to have to work hard at it as the fish they had been seeing in this area was in wolf packs. The first few stops were quick as the fish that were located kept on the move. Slowly but surely, Jeff started to work away from the fleet and it paid off on the first stop. At 9PM the boat stopped on a school that was from 270’- 400’ and just as my jig got to 400’ I was able to get the first bite of the night and was able to boat it, but not before it swam off the gaff at 50 miles an hour with my reel in free spool. Shortly after that fish hit the deck, my dad was engaged in battle with a bluefin of his own and was able to make quick work of it. Micheal Harris was the next to join the party and got one on a flat fall with a little flashback to 2016 nights. They do in fact still get bit. There were a few more hooked on that stop that found eventually their freedom due to various reasons. There were a few more stops, but no bites and at midnight it was time to turn the boat back towards Newport and get some much earned rest in flat calm seas. The final count for the trip was 23 Bluefin (8 from 75-130lbs), 14 Yellowtail and 4 Bonito. Jackpot went to Kevin Kom with his fly lined 80 pound bluefin. All in all, the fishing was tough but as always this group of guys always manages to put a good score of fish together. It is always a pleasure to fish with this club and create lifetime memories. It is a highlight of my summers and look forward to it for many years to come. Tight lines, Jake Chutney
Trip #5: Boat: Thunderbird 2.5 Day Departs: Tuesday August 20th Fishing: August 21st, 22nd Returns: August 23rd am
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
