Wow, what a session. Steve and I saw the surf was up at a barely fishable size, so we opted for the calmness of the bay. We were deciding where to go when I mention a spot in the bay that I used to fish all the time when I lived 2 houses from the bay in the 90's. I thought about the possible mess of traffic and people and decided that may be a bad idea. Steve said, "No, let's go fish there. We can always move if need be.".
Traffic wasn't so bad, but parking sucked. We had a little walk, but the beach was empty for at least 30 minutes... and that's all I would need.
I saw a bump in my line that I was soaking mack when I grabbed my rod and it bumped a few more times before slowly loading up. I set the hook and thought, what the hell is this? I felt head shakes and tail slaps and immediately yelled out halibut! I was pretty positive it was a big halibut in the 20-30 pound range and almost got confirmation when Steve yelled "Hali" back to me. I just about got it to shore when Steve yelled "Nope, Black!".
I never for the world of me ever expected to catch a black here especially in such a crowded little section of water!
The money shots!
The fugger was hard to get a hold of and had some weight to that frame of his. We took a super quick picture and sent him back on his way (CPR). He was a crazy healthy bay bass for sure!
We had high hopes to maybe find a wolf pack of Black Sea Bass there and cast out some fresh baits. Something was destined to stomp on the good vibes as a few adults and 15 pasty white kids came down and literally started playing in the water in front of us. It was useless to get them to move and the pasty Nanucks of the North watching them had no cares either. Then the sail boats rolled through and we had it. We packed up and moved for the other option in the bay.
I get bit by something on the spinner with a little heart and it felt like the right kind. It wound up being a 3 foot sh!t shark.
30-40 minutes later my spinner goes off again and I get this bat to give me a decent little fight.
Well, it was fairly slow after that with a lot of bait stealers, so I put on a huge chunk of bonito. I went to check my bait when the second I grabbed it out of the holder, the line starts peeling off my reel! Definitely Leopard Shark! It wound up being a nice 51" female.
Immediately I pinned on another huge chunk of bonito and cast out in the same spot. It wasn't 5 minutes later and I caught the boy about the same size! No doubt this guy was chasing the girl I caught just prior to him. His swollen claspers were ready for lovin until I came around and messed up their plans. lol
Ray shows up just when Steve and I were winding down. Steve had a late night and was toast, but happened to get on the board just before he left. A guitar saved him from the skunk.
I get picked up again to find a scrappy bass at the end of the line.
I hung out with Ray for a little while longer and needed to get home as I lost track of time. So much to do, so little time and a half broken body doesn't make things any easier, but that BSB sure did help out a little!
Thanks for reading and until next tide!
