Everyone who is a fisherman and has fished for sometime has the memory of the one that got away. An epic battle between you and a fish which was much larger than average. You were winning the challenge. You were doing everything right, playing him and getting back line when he gave it to you. Then something happened, a hook came unbuttoned, a line snapped, or he jumped and spit the hook.
A few years ago I was on my friends bay runner at the mouth of San Diego harbor. We were drifting off the cabrillo light house cliff.
The fishfinder showed quick dropping ledges and we bounced 4 ounce torpedos down those ledges with sardines. I hooked up and my ugly stick bent completely over. I felt the tail shake, so I knew I had the right kind.
He peeled line off my battle reel with ease. I finally gained back most of the line and he peeled it again. This was a large fish and I knew he was the one. After his third run I started to gain line and turned him upward. He came up very slowly and still didn't want to cooperate. I saw color and I my mouth opened. I was looking at a 45 inch halibut and it was a fatty. Gaff, gaff I yelled and Miguel was on it. He tried to gaff him and the fish skirted to the left. We both got a shower and on the second attempt to gaff him he shook his head and spit the hook. I watched him go back down to the deep and I knew....
He was the one. The one that got away.
So, what is your story about the one that got away?
A few years ago I was on my friends bay runner at the mouth of San Diego harbor. We were drifting off the cabrillo light house cliff.
The fishfinder showed quick dropping ledges and we bounced 4 ounce torpedos down those ledges with sardines. I hooked up and my ugly stick bent completely over. I felt the tail shake, so I knew I had the right kind.
He peeled line off my battle reel with ease. I finally gained back most of the line and he peeled it again. This was a large fish and I knew he was the one. After his third run I started to gain line and turned him upward. He came up very slowly and still didn't want to cooperate. I saw color and I my mouth opened. I was looking at a 45 inch halibut and it was a fatty. Gaff, gaff I yelled and Miguel was on it. He tried to gaff him and the fish skirted to the left. We both got a shower and on the second attempt to gaff him he shook his head and spit the hook. I watched him go back down to the deep and I knew....
He was the one. The one that got away.
So, what is your story about the one that got away?