Today started out as most saturdays do. At the barn. My daughter had a good riding lesson to close out her 14th year. Birthday tomorrow, but no plans to speak of.
Jumped on the computer to do my internet rounds and was saddened to read of the passing of someone I call a friend, Saburo Tanisaka. I didn't know him well, but he was someone I always sought out to greet and talk with. Just one cool dude.
What else to do but head out for a few casts to think of a friend who I enjoyed fishing with when the opportunity arose.
Lately, I have had the bug to catch halibut. The structure is there, so why not, but my success has been limited. Well, non existent.
Today was different. I headed down o the last place I had any intel on, hoping it would still be worthwhile.
I reached the bottom of the access and saw a couple deep holes still fishable on the dropping tide.
With a smelt colored swimmie tied on I set to casting. About 15 casts in I was rewarded with a small thump and some weight on the line. After a short fight I landed a short halibut, maybe 16".
Made a few more casts into the area, but no more action, so I moved on to the next hole. Several casts into the reefy hole, my swimmie stopped. Great. Snagged.
Wait a minute, my line starts moving, I'm bit. This one has some weight to it. I get it close to shore, and then, as usual, the real fight begins. Several short runs, drag pulling, and I land a nice halibut. I'm calling it legal, but it could have been an inch either way.
Tried the hole awhile longer, made a move to another spot, but that was it. Still, not too bad.
