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Recently we hit the road with some other content creators and business folk from the industry, and as is customary for such road trips, we plotted a course that took us into some pretty untapped areas in search of hidden gems.

One of the first stops was in the Sacramento basin in search of natives, including White Sturgeon (Acipenser transmontanus), a fish we would be seeing alot of this trip if all went well. Of course, its never a Terra Firma Tackle mission without a chance at something much rarer than the typical fare, and there was a chance that we would be dropping in during the out-migration for the much less common Green Sturgeon (Acipenser medirostris).

We were greeted upon arrival with muddied brown water, likely fire run off as there had been some activity in the area earlier that week, and this may have contributed to our unexpected, but not unwelcome success moments after arrival.

We had baits in all of 30 minutes before we had our first connection! The fish immediately aired out, showing us its distinct green flanks and I was sure to make "excited little girl noises" loud enough to wake the dead! It was a big fish, a genuine giant and it LOOKED to be a green one at that!

After a grueling battle on just 40lb test (euro style carp gear, as we were anticipating slot sized whites) that took us out of the initial hole and past a set of rapids into a narrow cut of the river, nearly a mile from where we first connected, we were able to get hands on the animal and were shocked by the sheer size.

Green Sturgeon are typically much smaller than White Sturgeon, with the largest recorded a mere 6'11". This fish, if it was measured, would have given that record a run for its money. We see alot of sharks and sturgeon, and I would place this fish easily in the 7+ foot range, possibly tickling 8'!



After a long rest, we fished the rest of the day for only a few short knocks and decided to continue on to the next leg, a little further north to the Rogue River in Southern Oregon, the original location we had picked out for our best shot at scratching a Green Sturgeon! With success under our belt and good hunch that the more densely populated (fish speaking, not human wise) Rogue River would be equally, if not more productive.

The environment in Oregon was much more relaxed, and the higher elevation, fog, and pines coupled and sapphire blue water made it feel that much more remote, a world apart from the muddy brown Central California river system.

Our hunch was correct, and we were able to coax a handful of sturgeon, all Greens, to play with us in Oregon. These smaller fish had extremely sharp scutes that made using a rag or gloves a requirement to handle them. Also, Oregon allows the removal of the fish from the water for handling and photographs so long as it is under the 54" size designated by their regulations, a stark contrast to the rules in California.



After the Rogue we continued on to Alaska, and thats another report for another day....BUT....on the way back through the lower 48 we dropped into Idaho for a short session chasing white sturgeon.

The first few hours of the session went by slowly, with only a single 6' class critter to show for it, but around sunrise we connected to a really solid fish and after a short battle on the heavy surf tackle we had her subdued and released!



We then continued on to a truly magical sight fishing location where we landed some half-dozen black suntanned 4-6' fish on light tackle to conclude our sturgeon adventures for this particular trip!




I am growing quite fond of these prehistoric river-dwellers as this "year of the sturgeon" progresses, looking forward to meeting even more of the North Amercian species as the year comes to a close  ;)



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While the business(es) have been keeping us home ALOT more than previous years, every so often we get to go walkabout still, and this time we set our sights on Florida for a little bit of exotic hunting centering around ICAST. We alotted 3 days and three nights to this particularly surgical mission, and it worked out well!

The first place we set our sights on was the Panhandle and its network of warm-water tannic rivers in search of record size longnose gar and spawning bowfin, which we of course found in incredible abundance!

However, the river was also home to some even more elusive dinosaur fish, the Gulf Sturgeon (Acipenser oxyrhynchus desotoi) and we knew there was always a chance that one of these rare beasts would make an appearance, but it was such a long shot that we figured it was borderline impossible.

While we were fishing we could watch them air out every so often, and just that alone was magnificent, but when the baitrunner on our eurocarp spinner started screaming....we knew it was no gar! A quick hookset later and we watched the line vanish at an alarming pace.



We were only fishing 40lb braided mainline, so it took a bit of doing to bring the 7+ foot animal within reach of the bank, but once we had her in hand it was a couple quick photos and a glorious release!







After we shook off the awe of that experience we headed back south to the more familiar warm-water canals in search of other exotics, which we found in great numbers, but the real prize for this trip was one thats eluded us a good while, the Red-Bellied Pacu (Piaractus brachypomus).

These fish are exceptionally smart, and while we had located them last year, they were un-catchable during the day as they were far too skittish to even approach with a rod.

So we switched up the game plan, and returned to their known holding sites under cover of darkness and pitched to them from the limits of accuracy.

The explosive power of these animals is insane, and we did not expect the first one to take to be the largest of the pack, and as a result, we found ourselves significantly undergunned, but with a little doing, we coaxed the fish into the net and not a moment too soon as the hook-hold failed just a split second before we got hands on the fish!

The result, an absolute trophy of a Pacu and the final notch in the "established invasive species" tally for south Florida!



At any rate, it was good to get out and get back on the road again for a little mission. It only took 5500 miles of air travel and 1200 miles of driving once we landed but two more big game species got added to the tally and the itch has been satiated....for now.....

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We dedicate a lot of time and energy, both on and off the water to researching and patterning our target species and planning our expeditions, but no species in our landbased game fishing  journey has taken as much effort, or eluded us as long as the pelagic  Blue Shark (Prionace glauca).

Our endeavors to catch one of these true open ocean sharks while shore fishing  have spanned nearly a decade, spanned the continent, involved two oceans, several offshore islands, and time and again have come up empty. Everyone we talked to, interviewed, involved and fished with had all but told us, it was improbable, if not impossible.

Well impossible odds  are our specialty here at Terra Firma Tackle  so when we got word of several being caught far offshore in SoCal our skiff fishing  friends (Thanks Chris and Tom and Dale!) we cut another expedition short by ten days, rebooked our flights, put together a last second team and shot a 3-day weather gap to one of our local spots we knew had promise.

Mid-morning on day two we got the bite, connected, and when we saw the slender, vibrant Blue Shark  hit the beach, elation ensued. Many years, thousands on thousands of miles, and countless hours had finally come to fruition, and at home, on our local beach, where we always knew we could do it if we had the chance!

We owe tremendous thanks to our supporters, teammates, including Alex  who dropped everything to be our second body, and to all the people that shared their intel with us to give us this chance. Massive thanks to Sandbar Tackle LLC. and Tight Line Braid for the hooks and line we trust when our Holy Grail is at stake!

Who knows when the next opportunity might arise for a shot at these animals from shore, and it may well become the new normal, but we are inexplicably thrilled to have put this one on the #beach for a new landbased shark fishing  first in California!

#dontletthemcatchyouslipping


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Start the day like any other, early morning pier session chasing Mr. T. Been a few fish around so figure we should connect fairly quickly....

By 6:00am I'm tight on what is obviously a better grade fish than expected. I fish fairly light for Threshers, 30lb line being standard fare. Well, on this particular day i was undergunned. Fish blistered off and ran through all but 20 yards of my line before I got her turned. 45 minutes in we get our first look and take the gaff shot.

This came over the rail:



Share the stoke with my team and start thinking about how to use that delicious looking head! Since we got tight on a fairly decent 7 on the last thresher head we dropped, figure Ill run down south a bit and try dropping the head in a new location.

On the sand by 4, lines in by 4:30, easy launch, zero surf. We figure the timing is gonna be a sundown bite and whattya know, sun starts to fade and one of the lighter rods gets a slow roll....tighten up, head shake....off. Damn. Get that bait back out! Teammate jumps in the yak and gets the bait reset but before he can make it back the thresher bait goes off HARD! Run over, short feed, lever forward and bam! Were Tight! A few shouts later my sand hand is back on the beach and were watching 150 yards of line leave at 33lbs of drag.....big boy.

Start gaining a bit, still no signs of visual confirmation and then......the handle breaks off the reel.....are you kidding me? WHAT THE....



No matter, there's enough of a stump to keep grinding!

Time wears on, critter and I start to get tired and finally we get her in the wash.....



Hook pops out with no fuss, quick drag back out and got the beast released...



Pretty stoked to say the least. One hell of a day for me, beat up, tired, and back on the sand for more the next day! Fishing is hard.....

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Been on the sand alot the last month or so, rain, wind, and sun alike. Solo sessions for the most part, but Chip and Bill have been keeping me company quite a bit as well!

While it has been mostly quiet, the paddled baits are getting quite a bit of attention!

A couple weeks ago we got tight to this 111" monster female, ray chunk out deep. Broke the surface early in the fight and made me think it was the usual beasty. Until of course the arials started, at which point it was clear this was not a guero. Bystanders helped me drag her up onto the sand for photos and measurement and with a little effort got her back into the waves. Heavy fish to say the least, three grown men and I struggled quite a bit more than I'd like to admit to get her tamed and released, guess I need to hit the gym!



Thought we were dealing with a fluke until the following week, in between rain storms, and while my sand-hand was out in the kayak messing with rockfish, rod went off violently. Ran over, half asleep mind you, to set up on something else substantial. Again tail slaps on the initial run had me thinking usual winter time fare, until the goofy half jumps started in the skinny. Couldn't believe it. A second monster gill, this time male. Definitely not a heavy this time, but every bit as long, and with a bigger head! No tape on this guy but I'd put him north of 8 feet, closer to 8.5?



Been back a couple times since, had one really positive bite, but I was too groggy to get a proper hook set and lost the fish after the first head shake, my gut tells me it was another trophy gill.....

Managed a few smaller critters over the last few weeks too, but nothing to write home about, 4' leopards and legal bass don't exactly get the blood pumping this time of year haha

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