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EDITH BRAIDA. Any guys who say that women can't fish...bite your tongue and hide your face. Edith was a character and I mean that in the best sense. She knew her stuff and could she fish! Mama Leoni! Edith was on the kite when a nuclear explosion went off on the ocean it was a two hundred pound tuna slamming the bait. She played that fish without a quirk and had him in 30 minutes or less. I saw it with my own two eyes, heck I filmed it. Oh by the way, Edith is definately the wahoo killer on bait. |
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GER STEINBERG. Sometimes I get a feeling about certain people on fishing trips. I throw my cat bones, draw my line in the sand, and come up wiht a special person. Ger was the man. The bigger fish out by the Islands come from chunking and Ger kept with it in the hot Mexican sun beaming down. He layed his line, pull by pull and was in his zone. When that two hundred pounder pounced on his line Ger's line was screaming out and was going to be dumped. The mates lowered one of the skiffs and had Ger on it in a heart beat and off they went to battle this trophy fish. The fish was out of sight and it dragged Ger and Dave (the mate) for a country mile and then some. When we saw the boat coming back a bunch of people stopped and put their rods down and walked over to see. |
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Ger was smiling from ear to ear with this beast of a yellow fin that took three gaffs to pull aboard...it hit the deck with a huge thud. My eyes bugged out as and my friend Jim grabbed his big set up and was glued to the railing for his own shot. |
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That night we had a blitz...the fish were all over the place. They would have eaten anything and I mean ANYTHING. Two hooked up, 6 hooked up...Chinese fire drill time boys! The mates were incredible...jumping all around keeping the lines separated and not a single tangle. Tuna were all over the deck, forget the count just fish as fast as you can. Coming down I could hear clicking on rods from all around. Slobs all over...I filmed and took pictures and then said to myself, the hell with this...move over I'm getting into the party! Then the sharks came. You would hear "I have a tuna...no...now it's a shark". Another fisherman would be fighting hard and then nothing but dead weight...a tiger shark just bit an 80 pound tuna in half! In one bite...gives me the shivers.... Now it was two whole tuna, to quartered tuna. As long as the tuans were there we would make it through the mess. The sharks won in the end and we called it a night. That was the night before we left to the Island. |
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When you hear the Captain announce that its time to put the light gear away because there are cows roaming around 200 pounds plus...there are a few who will strip off everything they have on their reel in a heart beat because of the obvious. Changing your line after a day of fighting say three or more tuna is a must. That line is stretched, nicked and shredded. If you choose not to, you can (as they say in California) kiss that pup good-bye. It's happened to yours truly, not a pleasant experience to say the least...especially when there was a blue ribbon on the other side. Another tip: Blue line, for some reason, does great in the afternoons...go ask a scientist why, I'm only giving you the scoop! |