MSW was calling for bigger surf while there was a small craft advisory all day. I had my doubts whether I was going to fish or not since I had to come home to watch my daughter for a while, but Steve called me from PSSK and said the surf looked very manageable. I packed the truck and headed up after dinner.
I was throwing huge pieces of bonito and was just sorting my gear out when the clicker started screaming! I felt like I hooked a freight train! Deep inside, I was thinking it was the Tax Man since the sheer weight if it was incredible. It almost spooled met twice and had only a few dozen wraps on the spool. I'm not sure how long it took to get in, but my back and shoulders are jacked this morning. I was finally got it in real close and I saw Squatch turn away with the tail rope and start walking up the beach. WTF is he doing??? Then he walks back down while I'm reeling up to it and see a monster bass in the suds.
Squatch takes a quick few shots as I pull the hook and it ripped right back out to sea! I was nervous about falling on the spikes since it never left the water.
Money shot.
I was sore as hell from that, but amped at the same time. Not long later squatch is on! As I was tail grabbing his Sevengill, he said "You're on also!" I finished pulling his shark up and ran to my rod. Fish on!
I got it all the way into the crashing waves, when it rolled and spun up into the shock leader and busted it! It looked like from rolling in the leader, it gave one of the teeth an opportunity to touch and cut the line. Damn it.....
Steve's 84" male Sevengill.
His next cast and he's on again!
After a longer fight, he gets up a beautiful 90" Sevengill! Damn, back to back and 3 sharks hooks in 3 casts!
Squatch's 90" female Sevengill
We kept fishing, but the salad and kelp monsters started to roll in and was unbearable. It was time to call it quits.
Not bad for a night I wasn't even expecting to get out. We went 3 for 4 on bites and got some legit ones to boot!
Squatch is keeping ahead of Mike!