so, I don't know if you recall my report last week about some fish dope that I got from some guy that knows some guy who's sister works with a guy that knows a guy that fishes on a kayak. Well, today I will not be thanking the guy that knows some guy who's sister works with a guy that knows a guy that fishes on a kayak. However, I will be thanking for myself for putting in a 7.5 hour shift on the water after only 4hrs of sleep.
Sequence of events:
1. It's just after 1200 and I've been on the water since just before 5am
2. I have my last two live baits in the water
3. Rod on the right gets hit by the right kind just the wrong size
4. I snap a photo of the little fella and toss him back
5. I cut my sinker off of that rod and put it away, just about ready to call it a day
6. The rod on the left has a small shake, goes limp and has another shake
7. Since the line is drifting under my kayak I pull it out of the Orca and hold it out on my right side
8. rod shakes, shakes a little harder, loads up and the line starts screaming off the reel
9. I fight the fish for 5 min on a light-medium action Teramar rod, it made 4 runs and each time I prayed that it wouldn't bust off. To be quite honest I was really praying for a halibut but I'll take what I get
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First fish
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Second fish less than 5minutes later
Personal best @ 47.5lbs
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