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The Yellow That Never Was (9/4)

Started by Latimeria, September 06, 2025, 07:23:12 AM

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Latimeria

I took the Curmudgeon out to look for some local yellows.  Weather was a bit bumpy, but there have been some real toads around, so worth the trip.

I didn't see a real bend in any rod all day in the middle of the fleet, but there was no shortage of bonito.  I hooked about 10, but only bounced my limit of <24" on board.  They were all 17-20 inches.



It was pretty awesome seeing them on my side finder, so I knew what side of the boat to cast on.

I was realizing that the yellow bite may never materialize.  The only mackerel I was catching were like 2 pounders!  I tried slow trolling a 2#, but the seals were on them in a heartbeat.

I dropped the jig and caught some strange color variation rockfish (or possibly new ones for me).

I'm sure this is a Starry, but the colors and body style was unlike most of the starry's I've ever caught in my life.



It may be a splitnose, but I have to investigate further.



I loaded up with big spanish and green macks and decided to start throwing the jig again for yellows.  First f@cking cast and my line starts screaming out!  Holy hell, another one on this jig!

Then a boat sees me hooked up and literally casts his sardine over my line (he didn't realize how much line was apparently off my reel or wasn't paying attention).

Then he started fighting my line as I was attached to the fish.  I yelled to them they were hooked on my line and I'm fighting a fish, but they responded "No, I have another one hooked up".  Well, their hook slid up my line and I showed them.  I grabbed their hook and almost got tetanus!  f@cking hook look like it came out of the back of their truck and was in there a few years!  The amount of rust cut the braid as I got the hook off and everything was lost, but he got his f@cking rusty ass hook back.

Grrrrrr...   Well, I tried for another hour but didn't have any more of those jigs.  No bites and the wind started picking up so I trolled a Rapala home.  Nada... but I'm going to try again tomorrow.

Thanks for reading!

You can't catch them from your computer chair.

Dark_Knight_9C1

That is absolutely terrible, to be nice. Unfortunately, there are more people nowadays that are in it only for themselves and don't respect anyone else.

I've cut my line a couple times after a fellow surf fisherman's fish crossed my line as their shark transversed the beach.

-Keith

jrodda

Damn! That's terrible. People...

The more I look at that rockfish the more it confuses me. Hit up Milton!

Tim524