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I
had hooked a brute not soon after
netting a fish that was a close forty pounds. I had cast to
a riff, mid river far away from the other fisherman. There
was a pile of kings running through it, the fish that I had
hooked mad a mad dash up river 20 feet infront ofme he leaped,
slamming the river's surface with his side. Just at that moment
a young lad cast right over my line. My eyes watched in disbelief
as he started reeling, pulling my line in the opposite direction.
"Say good-bye to Hollywood...say good-bye to that forty
pound king." After seeing what he had done, he silently
walked away back to his guide. Welcome to the world wide class
of losing a fish. Well, the day was running out and we had
to be getting back. I jumped out of the boat and said to the
guide "last cast". My son has seen this before...call
it Sicilian luck. I cast right back to that riff and wham-bam,
thank you Lucile, I was on. Not a monster, but a king never
the less. He gave me a nice fight, we netted him and my day
was made...in the land where the sun never sets.
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Next stop, Homer...Halibut City,USA. There is no place like
it for halibut fishing. The "Spit" (a 5 mile narrow
piece of land which juts out into Kechamak Bay) is a hustling,
bustling fishing area. Getting a charter is not much of a
problem...there are over 100 charter boats. The grounds are
rich, getting skunked would take some work...lilke not using
hooks and staying on dry land.
Halibut
fishing is similar to cod fishing. Bottom fishing at it's
best...in the East you can think of having a 40 pound fluke
at the end of your line...and that would be considered a 4
pounder in Alaska. A 100 pounder would be nice...then we get
obscene fish over 200 pounds and a shot at a 300 pounder...
God bless those brutes. That'll rip you a new spleen. Call
the chiropractor now for a major adjustment!
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Well, I was
stoked and fired to get it on with one of those pups. It's a fish
which is not yet on my "caught" list. Set out with my
wife and a family of four. My wife, Robin has not been out deep
sea fishing with me since her experience with a true Northeastern
that came a day early out in the Hudson Canyon. It was not pretty
to say the least...the dogs of hell were barking that night with
no mercy. She got so seasick that we kept the gun away from her,
if you get my green drift. We're talking waves crashing on top of
a 100 foot boat...nasty!
I kept trying to get a sea report but the weather in Alaska changes
by the hour sorry little dudes I wish I knew the big guy for definite
weather but it's up to the fishing gods. So off we went on the Billy
Jo. There was a heavy mist and a dark cloud covering...not exactly
weather for the green horns. The wind began to pik up from the south
and remember opposite coast. Not looking pretty...as soon as we
got away from the mountain cover and out of the inlet, it started
to rain and the wind was blowing pretty hard. Robin was fine until
the boat stopped and we were bobbing around. Four out of the six
were feeling pretty green.
The Captain
jumped down and lowered the line to the bottom and said all you
need is to lift when it hits the bottom and bounce it on the drift.
That moment he was on out of my way, time to fish. I was on fish
every drop. I pulled a nice forty pounder up and put him to the
side trying to get a fat pup next. Fish after fish came up, the
rain pounding was on my face with the wind I could care less. I
was in halibut heaven. Two is the limit per 24 hours. So be picky,
don't keep everything you get or you'll be done in a heartbeat and
there's no reason for it. Well I wish I could tell you Robin had
a great time, but that would be a lie simply not true. The next
time I expect Rob to go deep sea fishing is in the year 2020...maybe!
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