Only had a short window to fish and decided to go for a T-Shark while the rest of the world was looking for tuna.
Catching bait was no problem what-so-ever. LJ was FILLED with Spanish and Greenies from tine to HUGE! Started in my usual spot looking for Mr. T as well as trying for some local yellows. Multiple squid boats were off the coast so expectations were high.
After an hour of bump-trolling a huge greenie, I was thinking about maybe looking for a paddy to save the day on the way home. I saw a ton of birds working in 100', so power drifted through that and heard the sing of the reel! Thrashing at the surface and when I tightened the drag, a whole lot of jumping! 9 or 10' Thresher and wow! I fought it for 10 minutes and saw my line was not in a straight line, but wrapped from the head to the tail on it. It totally crocodiled my line!
I thought I could get him close if I loosened the drag, but one more jump and everything went slack. Ugh... It felt like someone ran sandpaper up and down my line for 15 feet...
Tried again for another hour with no luck. I'm getting tired of still putting in my dues this year, but then again, one less thing I have to do when I get home.
Last bite of the morning before I headed back to the barn.