Brooklyn VI - Sheepshead Bay
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October 1, 2000
It was Robert's last tuna trip, so at the
last minute I decided to go for it. The fish in the canyon have
gone from a pick to kick butt. So welcome to fishing! No blue skies
here dudes. We knew we were walking into some snot weather, but
when the blow would come was not exactly known. The husdson west
wall was our destination. There were at
least 12 boats out there with us. The weather held for the night
but we only caught four fish through the evening.
I
was getting a little frustrated to say the least, but I knew in
the back of my mind that the morning bite would be our last chance.
Low and behold as the sun lit the canyon skies the fish turned on.
A lot of albacore came up with yelllow fin in the forty pound range
and better. So it was not a blitz, but over 20 fish came on that
morning.
October 1, 2000
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| I was getting a little frustrated to say the least, but I knew in the back of my mind that the morning bite would be our last chance. Low and behold as the sun lit the canyon skies the fish turned on. A lot of albacore came up with yelllow fin in the forty pound range and better. So it was not a blitz, but over 20 fish came on that morning. |
Then
a weird little incident happened...a young man had a decent fish on
and Tom, the first mate was by his side, helping him out...when all
of a sudden his line went screaming out like a bat out of hell to
the bow. Tom turned to me and said, "Dave, this fish is easily
over 200 pounds." The young man was struggling just holding the
rod and then the fish made another mad dash to the front of the boat.
My eyes could not believe what I was seeing...it was a blue marlin
and it was over 400 pounds...and it made a mad leap out of the ocean.
Then on her second half jump, an enormous great white grabbed the
marlin in a flash of a second. Talk about the food chain. The poor
kid lost the tuna, the marlin and the great white...oh well.
Our
ride home was a nasty one. The northeast wind was howling and the
waves were crashing all over...but, all in all it had turned out to
be one interesting last trip for the Brooklyn VI.
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| Then a weird little incident happened...a young man had a decent fish on and Tom, the first mate was by his side, helping him out...when all of a sudden his line went screaming out like a bat out of hell to the bow. Tom turned to me and said, "Dave, this fish is easily over 200 pounds." The young man was struggling just holding the rod and then the fish made another mad dash to the front of the boat. My eyes could not believe what I was seeing...it was a blue marlin and it was over 400 pounds...and it made a mad leap out of the ocean. Then on her second half jump, an enormous great white grabbed the marlin in a flash of a second. Talk about the food chain. The poor kid lost the tuna, the marlin and the great white...oh well. |
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Our ride home was a nasty one. The northeast wind was howling and the waves were crashing all over...but, all in all it had turned out to be one interesting last trip for the Brooklyn VI. | |