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Found out yesterday that I won the weekly surf blue for last week. It is somewhat of a consolation, as the fishing was extremely tough that week. Threw eels for 7 nights, 6-8 hours/night, then did some bait and plug fishing during the day. Never had more than 5 hours of sleep/day. Grand total, 3 bass, 3 blues. OUCH!!!
Funny thing about the trip. I usually go over with a goal of some sort. My thing this yr was "Follow your gut". Well, on thursday night, 4am, my buddy and I are on a rock, maybe 20yds from sure, doing squat. I can barely see a rock in the distance that is fully submerged on all but dead low. It's very calm, no swell, and my gut says "Go for it". I tell my gut "no freaking way!" I have been on the rock before, with Tynan, and it is a good swim, maybe 40 yds, and the rock sits in 15' of water.
The Gut persists and reminds me of my mantra for the trip. My partner says "No freaking way!!" but the gut wins and off I go. I felt like Clark Griswald about to jump in the pool! "This is crazy, this is crazy!". But honestly, I have a wetsuit and life vest, really no worries, but your mind does call things into question the further along you get. As Casey will attest, finding the rock can be difficult. Get in the area, then start feeling around with your rod, legs, whatever. Finally found it, felt much better to be topside.
This spot is so fishy it is ridiculous! For the next 2 hours, I throw eels into a barren ocean. Finally, get whacked and when I come tight, the fish is right next to the rock, and takes of on a 50 yd run! Oh baby, this has gotta be 30# at least. Great fight, and bitter dissapointment to find a 11.44 blue, hooked below gill plates with a circle hook???? Managed another 10# blue a few mins later, then nothing for the next 2 days.
I fished hard, followed my Gut, and feel pretty good about it. How has your Gut treated you? Do you generally follow it, or try to reason your way around it?
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