It was mid noon and the boat had anchored up. I grabbed my lucky rod...an old, beat up, St. Croix which is topped with electrical tape. All I know is that this rod smokes with luck and has never let me down. Guess what, she did her duty the first bait out and put me on a nice 60 pounder to start me off. Jimmy was scrambling to get his line out and was hooked up in less time than it takes to snap your fingers. We passed each other fighting our fish and laughed at each other. This is what it's all about. Gerry, who we will see alot of in this story, was kicking butt on a nice fish. The night came and so did the sharks. So fishing came to an end as quickly as it had started. Dinner was served and we were all tuckered out from the first day...and this was just a warm up.
I crashed out early, knowing I'd be up at 4 am, about an hour before sunrise. That is my witching hour. I get up all scary looking, grab some coffee and head outside to check out the scenario. That's when I met Dave White, who was a definate pinner. Right before dawn here in the East we know it's jigging time or an egg sinker and get it down where those tuna's are having their breakfast. Bam...Dave White had one on a jig and I was on with an egg sinker. I took on two that morning and Dave White did his damage as well. This guy smokes...he handles a rod like a violin...not like a machette hacking away. I love it at this time of day...only a handful of guys up...the rest of the day is cream for me. As soon as everyone hears "yahoo" from someone, they all wake up. Oh well! Fish were being picked here and there. I had no idea that the big puppies hit around noon time and in the mid afternoon hours the giants roam.
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