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Mon Feb 23, 2015 11:50 am
Inspired by a couple other post. Take two sec. away from all the BS of everyday reality and think back to your best day on the water. Keep in mind, not necessarily the day you caught the most fish, just a day you will never forget. I'll start it off.
Like a lot of you it's not easy to pick just one day but if I have to I'd have to say May 26, 2013. My brother had just recently separated with his wife and my mother calls me up and tells me " I know you went fishing the last two weekends but I need you to take him fishing".....well if you're gonna twist my arm..... So, I get my crew. Me, my son, my dad, and my brother. Looked at supermap and saw a nice little temp break forming pushing in from the rise and told dad that's where we're going. So we set out early as we always do and plowed our way offshore. Not the calmest ride out we've ever had but made decent time. Once we hit the break we were looking for we slow her down and put out the spread. Didn't take long for one of the 30s to start peeling, Chase jumps to it and makes short work of a small king. As it's flopping beside the boat I'm thinking to myself, should I put it in the box, it is his first one, or just let it go. Haven't eaten a king in years and really didn't want to, however the choice was made for me as the hook pulls and the fish disappears from site, leaving my son cutting his eyes at me for not keeping his first. Get the lines back out and keep heading offshore. Didn't take long before the left short pops, drop back.......got'em. Never saw him but knew what was on the other end and knew that no matter what the rest of the day held for us that if Chase could get this fish to the boat nothing else would matter. He starts working on it and me and my brother start clearing lines. Get just about everything out of the way and look over at Chase...oh no.... looking green. Ask him if he's ok and he says yes, 10 sec. later he's chunking over the side and reeling at the same time. After a couple minutes he's lost about all his energy and has to sit. I looked at him and asked him if he knew what was on the other end of that line, he said yes. So I asked him, how bad do you want it? Well, that was all it took. After a short fight and some quick pics. we released my sons first Sailfish. The bean bag would be Chase's throne for the rest of the day however. Spread out, back at it, pop, fish on. This time my brother jumps on it and makes short work of a nice dolphin to the boat. I sink the gaff as he's grinning ear to ear, something we hadn't seen in a while, and hand him the biggest fish he's ever caught for some pics. Again, line screaming off the 30....guess I'll get in on this. After about 5 mins. of pulling this fish inch by inch to the boat I looked at dad and said "it's either the biggest hoo I've ever caught or a tuna". A few more mins and "hey, I got color....SOB, that's a big bf.......what the......that's a damn yft......stick him" after one or two circles and hearing my rod cracking more then I liked, dad sticks our first yft. And it didn't stop there, we continued on our path to the rise picking up a few quality dolphin along the way. Chase would rise in an attempt to reel now and then but would quickly retreat back to his bean bag. As we approached the rise we find boats all around, not wanting to fish around others we wait for it to clear before pushing off to deeper water. Soon it does and we push out just past the rise, maybe half a mile or so. Fish on and to the box it goes and repeat and repeat. We drilled a hole in this one spot for about an hour, every pass produced a quality dolphin until finally the box could hold no more. Only mid day but seas are building and the box is full, time to head home. Pointed the bow and started trolling home. Pick up our mandatory False Albacore, for some reason it's always the last fish we catch, and pull everything in for the slow ride home. The closer we get to home the calmer it gets and the more lively Chase becomes and starts asking about his citation and such. Some might say this was a good day because we caught a lot of fish and they'd be right, but what makes this day so special to me is I got to spend it with my family doing something I loved. My brother smiling in a time of sadness, my son fighting with everything he has for something he wanted so so bad and my father, who almost never leaves the helm because what he enjoys the most is watching other people having fun.......or doing all the work......not sure which. As great as this day was, the greatest thing of all is the fact it was so hard to pick a day because truth be told, I could write a story like this about most my days on the ocean. Tight lines boys.
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Like a lot of you it's not easy to pick just one day but if I have to I'd have to say May 26, 2013. My brother had just recently separated with his wife and my mother calls me up and tells me " I know you went fishing the last two weekends but I need you to take him fishing".....well if you're gonna twist my arm..... So, I get my crew. Me, my son, my dad, and my brother. Looked at supermap and saw a nice little temp break forming pushing in from the rise and told dad that's where we're going. So we set out early as we always do and plowed our way offshore. Not the calmest ride out we've ever had but made decent time. Once we hit the break we were looking for we slow her down and put out the spread. Didn't take long for one of the 30s to start peeling, Chase jumps to it and makes short work of a small king. As it's flopping beside the boat I'm thinking to myself, should I put it in the box, it is his first one, or just let it go. Haven't eaten a king in years and really didn't want to, however the choice was made for me as the hook pulls and the fish disappears from site, leaving my son cutting his eyes at me for not keeping his first. Get the lines back out and keep heading offshore. Didn't take long before the left short pops, drop back.......got'em. Never saw him but knew what was on the other end and knew that no matter what the rest of the day held for us that if Chase could get this fish to the boat nothing else would matter. He starts working on it and me and my brother start clearing lines. Get just about everything out of the way and look over at Chase...oh no.... looking green. Ask him if he's ok and he says yes, 10 sec. later he's chunking over the side and reeling at the same time. After a couple minutes he's lost about all his energy and has to sit. I looked at him and asked him if he knew what was on the other end of that line, he said yes. So I asked him, how bad do you want it? Well, that was all it took. After a short fight and some quick pics. we released my sons first Sailfish. The bean bag would be Chase's throne for the rest of the day however. Spread out, back at it, pop, fish on. This time my brother jumps on it and makes short work of a nice dolphin to the boat. I sink the gaff as he's grinning ear to ear, something we hadn't seen in a while, and hand him the biggest fish he's ever caught for some pics. Again, line screaming off the 30....guess I'll get in on this. After about 5 mins. of pulling this fish inch by inch to the boat I looked at dad and said "it's either the biggest hoo I've ever caught or a tuna". A few more mins and "hey, I got color....SOB, that's a big bf.......what the......that's a damn yft......stick him" after one or two circles and hearing my rod cracking more then I liked, dad sticks our first yft. And it didn't stop there, we continued on our path to the rise picking up a few quality dolphin along the way. Chase would rise in an attempt to reel now and then but would quickly retreat back to his bean bag. As we approached the rise we find boats all around, not wanting to fish around others we wait for it to clear before pushing off to deeper water. Soon it does and we push out just past the rise, maybe half a mile or so. Fish on and to the box it goes and repeat and repeat. We drilled a hole in this one spot for about an hour, every pass produced a quality dolphin until finally the box could hold no more. Only mid day but seas are building and the box is full, time to head home. Pointed the bow and started trolling home. Pick up our mandatory False Albacore, for some reason it's always the last fish we catch, and pull everything in for the slow ride home. The closer we get to home the calmer it gets and the more lively Chase becomes and starts asking about his citation and such. Some might say this was a good day because we caught a lot of fish and they'd be right, but what makes this day so special to me is I got to spend it with my family doing something I loved. My brother smiling in a time of sadness, my son fighting with everything he has for something he wanted so so bad and my father, who almost never leaves the helm because what he enjoys the most is watching other people having fun.......or doing all the work......not sure which. As great as this day was, the greatest thing of all is the fact it was so hard to pick a day because truth be told, I could write a story like this about most my days on the ocean. Tight lines boys.
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Mon Feb 23, 2015 1:00 pm
Nice story!
Very hard to pick one out as all our trips are something to put in the books. If I was going to choose one to date I would have to say when we fished the 2012 US Open.
We started fishing on Thursday catching some fish and dialing in our location. Headed out to start fishing the tournament on Friday. Lost sonar on the way out but got in the area we fished and started catching. Didn't catch anything big that day but had a blast catching more fish than we ever had.
Went back at it on Saturday. back to the same spot and started catching. A few hours into fishing had something make a huge splash and smoke the reel. I never heard a speedmaster scream in my life. We just knew it was the fish we were looking for. Well, about 20-30 mins into the fight the fish came up and started tail walking. Buddy fighting thought it was a sailfish, but I couldn't see a bill. We finally got the fish in close enough to see the stripes and we were heart broken to see a 50lb wahoo on the line, but my dad was thrilled. The uplifting factor was we knew we were in a good area with that fish around. Boated the wahoo and got set back up.
A little after lunch, about 1:30 or so we started running out of rigs. I decided to tie on a BWC blue/silver featherweight. We got all lines set up and in about 15 mins had top two riggers go off. one fish, once again had a nice boil and smoked out. other fish ran and stopped. we turned the boat towards the fish running with my dad on the line and me with the other. I got mine to the boat and we focused on my dads fish. As we eased towards the fish, my dad just steadily winding in. Fish came up on one side and went under the boat, buddy stuck the gaff just as it showed its face. He struggled with it as he battled the wahoo earlier that day and was worn out. So, I went up and pulled it over.
As the fish hit the deck we all looked and said man what a King. Never thought it was a winning fish but knew it was big. We cleared the lines as quick as we could. put the fish in the bag and headed to the scales. We started towards the buoys to cross the shoals as we had never done before and wasn't going to try it not having sonar. Then, some guys heading in as well hailed us on the radio and said they would help us, which was great as it cut some time off.
Got in and flashed the number and headed to the scales. I pulled the fish out as we have a scale and wanted to get an estimate. As I looked at the king next to the wahoo I knew that King was bigger than we thought. It was every bit as big if not bigger than the wahoo. Put it on the scales and it showed 48lb.
Got the official weight of 47.2lb which gave us the First place win. It wasn't really the day but the past 3 days were some of the best for us. But, the greatest part of that day was watching my dad wind in the winning fish and having that memory to hold onto for life.
Here's a pic of the king:
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Very hard to pick one out as all our trips are something to put in the books. If I was going to choose one to date I would have to say when we fished the 2012 US Open.
We started fishing on Thursday catching some fish and dialing in our location. Headed out to start fishing the tournament on Friday. Lost sonar on the way out but got in the area we fished and started catching. Didn't catch anything big that day but had a blast catching more fish than we ever had.
Went back at it on Saturday. back to the same spot and started catching. A few hours into fishing had something make a huge splash and smoke the reel. I never heard a speedmaster scream in my life. We just knew it was the fish we were looking for. Well, about 20-30 mins into the fight the fish came up and started tail walking. Buddy fighting thought it was a sailfish, but I couldn't see a bill. We finally got the fish in close enough to see the stripes and we were heart broken to see a 50lb wahoo on the line, but my dad was thrilled. The uplifting factor was we knew we were in a good area with that fish around. Boated the wahoo and got set back up.
A little after lunch, about 1:30 or so we started running out of rigs. I decided to tie on a BWC blue/silver featherweight. We got all lines set up and in about 15 mins had top two riggers go off. one fish, once again had a nice boil and smoked out. other fish ran and stopped. we turned the boat towards the fish running with my dad on the line and me with the other. I got mine to the boat and we focused on my dads fish. As we eased towards the fish, my dad just steadily winding in. Fish came up on one side and went under the boat, buddy stuck the gaff just as it showed its face. He struggled with it as he battled the wahoo earlier that day and was worn out. So, I went up and pulled it over.
As the fish hit the deck we all looked and said man what a King. Never thought it was a winning fish but knew it was big. We cleared the lines as quick as we could. put the fish in the bag and headed to the scales. We started towards the buoys to cross the shoals as we had never done before and wasn't going to try it not having sonar. Then, some guys heading in as well hailed us on the radio and said they would help us, which was great as it cut some time off.
Got in and flashed the number and headed to the scales. I pulled the fish out as we have a scale and wanted to get an estimate. As I looked at the king next to the wahoo I knew that King was bigger than we thought. It was every bit as big if not bigger than the wahoo. Put it on the scales and it showed 48lb.
Got the official weight of 47.2lb which gave us the First place win. It wasn't really the day but the past 3 days were some of the best for us. But, the greatest part of that day was watching my dad wind in the winning fish and having that memory to hold onto for life.
Here's a pic of the king:
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Location: Whiteville NC
Location: Whiteville NC
Mon Feb 23, 2015 1:20 pm
Started the day catching bait in front of Hog inlet with my best fishing partner my Dad. The early forecast was a little bumpy but it was supposed to lay down as the day goes on. Once we had a net full of livley pogies we set off for the first fishing trip in my boat in quite some time due to mechanical issues. We were hunting the elusive King Mackerel. Well it's a lot rougher than I had expected so we pulled up a little short of our destination and deployed the lines. As some of you may I haev NEVER caught one of these, gaffed tons of them just never caught one myself due to a variety of issues. Well after about 10 minutes we have a hit and I grabbed the rod and pretty soon a 28 inch King comes up. Not a world beater but dangit it's the first one for me! So after a high five and releasing him we set up the troll and are soon rewareded with another. This one went about 17lbs. Well as luck would have it the wind was starting to drop and the seas were getting smaller so we pulled everything in and pushed a little offshore. We joined about 11 other boats on the troll for a few hours with nothing. Well two fish for a day like this spent with my Dad was plenty good for me so I decide to start working our way in but wanted to troll by a spot where I hooked a monster last year. Well when we get right over that spot BZZZZZZZ! We have a double on! Dad landed his and mine pulled the hooks. We decided to go back over the spot and just like before we have a hit, not two, wait 3? We have a triple on and chaos ensues. The third fish hit the prop wash bait and then actually hit the engine when he jumped on the bait. Dads got his fish in control but mine just wont slow down and I start getting a little worried about getting spooled. I look at the back and the third fish is still on but I bump the boat in gear to keep the line tight. Dad's fish comes up I put mine down and gaff his fish then grab mine again and start working on him. Get him to the boat and he's a STUD! Handed the rod to dad gaffed the fish and then grabbed the third rod and worked on him. Sunk the steel home and that's 3 fish in the boat. This continued until we left. Final tally was 12 kings caught. Just kept a 2 man limit with the biggest going slightly over 35lbs and most between 17 and 25lbs. The seas were flat the company was specail and the fish were chewing like bulldogs. This was certainly one of the best fishing trips I've ever had and it made it all that more special to share it with the guy who taught me how to fish.
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Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:27 pm
Mine will always be the next time.
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Location: Belville NC
Location: Belville NC
Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:29 pm
I've had a lot of good days fishing, from Homer Alaska to Cabo to the North Drop, but my best day was a bit more humble. I took my father out to do a bit of flounder fishing inside Norfolk Harbor. The flat ones weren't cooperating on Hampton Bar so we slid over to one of our favorite spots right off the end of the carrier piers at NOB. There's a jetty that shields the carriers from any swell from the north and the water drops from 6 feet to 60 feet a very short distance from the end of the jetty. And it attracts loads of fish as they migrate out of the bay in the fall. That day it was croakers. Not the 5 pound horse croakers that will put a citation on the wall, but nice eating sized 2 to 3 and pound croakers that will make you put a second hand on that Ugly Stick when they run. We caught about half a cooler full and Dad started to wear down a bit so we ran over to the boat ramp by the sailing center on the base and pulled the boat out and headed home. My brother was there and took the polaroid that is attached. It's yellowed and dogeared and full of thumbtack holes, but it represents the best day I have ever had fishing. Right after the picture was taken Dad gave me a hug and thanked me for the best day he's ever had on the water. Regardless of what we caught, that moment made it my best day on the water too. It was the last time we ever fished together.
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Location: Newport, NC
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Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:40 pm
Best days are when you have a guest and actually catch fish. Had 2 such experienced last fall.
First one with and old friend from my hometown just north of Boston. After some re-planning with the women, we headed the the CLO shoals and each caught a limit of blues.
The next with my neighbor where we were at triple nickel learning that we didn't know the first thing about catching Kings. Then went bottom bouncing and caught a limit of BSB.
All good times on the water.
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First one with and old friend from my hometown just north of Boston. After some re-planning with the women, we headed the the CLO shoals and each caught a limit of blues.
The next with my neighbor where we were at triple nickel learning that we didn't know the first thing about catching Kings. Then went bottom bouncing and caught a limit of BSB.
All good times on the water.
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Location: High Point, NC Carolina Beach, NC. On assignment Pascagoula, MS
Location: High Point, NC Carolina Beach, NC. On assignment Pascagoula, MS
Mon Feb 23, 2015 5:50 pm
from a topic I posted a couple weeks ago...like father like daughter. a father- daughter trip. her first real offshore trip, and her first mahi. she's catching up to the "ol man"
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Location: Currituck, NC
Location: Currituck, NC
Mon Feb 23, 2015 10:06 pm
My grandparents used to take my to oak island all the time growing up. I was probably 10 or 11 and my grandpa said he had a surprise. I have always loved fishing and grandpa would take me even though he didn't always want to.
We got up early one morning and met a gentleman named boyce (can't remember last name) and his son on their boat. Caught bait and headed out to the tower. It was the first time I had ever been on a boat in the ocean. It seemed like we caught fish all day. Kings and dolphin. It is still my favorite memory. I remember being amazed by flying fish and the color of the water.. It was amazing and the reason I always wanted to own a boat. I think we ended up with 7 kings and 8 dolphin.
We got up early one morning and met a gentleman named boyce (can't remember last name) and his son on their boat. Caught bait and headed out to the tower. It was the first time I had ever been on a boat in the ocean. It seemed like we caught fish all day. Kings and dolphin. It is still my favorite memory. I remember being amazed by flying fish and the color of the water.. It was amazing and the reason I always wanted to own a boat. I think we ended up with 7 kings and 8 dolphin.
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Mon Feb 23, 2015 11:47 pm
Trying to nail it down, will post when I pick THE ONE.
Keep 'em coming.
Keep 'em coming.
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Location: Mooresville, NC and Harkers Island
Location: Mooresville, NC and Harkers Island
Tue Feb 24, 2015 7:27 am
All my best days fishing have been with my dad. He started taking me fishing when I was 5 or 6 years old. He had a little fishing cabin at Hatteras and we spent a lot of good times down there drifting for flounder. Used to have a trip each year with eight of his buddies. All but two of them are now gone. My dad and his best friend Hal. Hal doesn't get around too good now but dad still does pretty well. I take him out every chance I get and while he thinks the only fish in the ocean is flounder, he likes to bottom fish. Reeling fish up from the depths had him wore out on first trip last year and it was the only time I can remember him wanting to stop when the fish were still biting. Bought him an electric reel and he is his normal self again. LOL. Dad will be 81 this May and is still going strong.
He's one hell of a guy and father. So everyday of fishing with my dad is the best trip I've ever had or will ever have.
He's one hell of a guy and father. So everyday of fishing with my dad is the best trip I've ever had or will ever have.
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Location: Thomasville NC
Location: Thomasville NC
Tue Feb 24, 2015 8:35 am
Purchased my "big to me" boat in 96 a 21' Neptune wac to chase kings around oak island. Didn't know anyone personally to give me any guidance so read all the magazine articles I could find and attended seminars at the boat shows when possible.
In 99 my regular fishing partner suggested us fishing a king tournament, I said I'm not about to waste my money on entry fee against all the pros and experts that do this all the time. He ended up finding a business willing to pay the entry fee.
Entered the 99 jolly mon out of OIB. we were staying in OIB and decided to run up the ICW to fish cf river channel. Unknown to me I had a power pack going bad and when I tried to power up motor would only run at idle speed so we continue up ICW at a snails pace. After 45 minutes or so finally got the motor to take some fuel and off we go.
Get plenty of bait pretty quick and head to the river channel. Without a hardtop we fished 4 lines, 3 on top and 1 downrigger and setup our chum slick. Had a hand crank grinder with a laundry bag attached to grind up fresh caught pogies. The week before we caught bait to grind and freeze to have frozen chum blocks and used the menhaden soaked dog food in bottles attached to downrigger ball.
Being a complete rookie made a couple of mistakes to be tourney fishing, first was keeping a couple small kings. Before 2pm we a 6 fish limit with 3 over 20#. Should have released the smaller ones so we could have kept fishing but too late for that now.
Get to weigh in and determine which of 3 bigger kings is the heaviest to go to the scales, a little over 22#. Finish in 16th place out of 275.
In 99 my regular fishing partner suggested us fishing a king tournament, I said I'm not about to waste my money on entry fee against all the pros and experts that do this all the time. He ended up finding a business willing to pay the entry fee.
Entered the 99 jolly mon out of OIB. we were staying in OIB and decided to run up the ICW to fish cf river channel. Unknown to me I had a power pack going bad and when I tried to power up motor would only run at idle speed so we continue up ICW at a snails pace. After 45 minutes or so finally got the motor to take some fuel and off we go.
Get plenty of bait pretty quick and head to the river channel. Without a hardtop we fished 4 lines, 3 on top and 1 downrigger and setup our chum slick. Had a hand crank grinder with a laundry bag attached to grind up fresh caught pogies. The week before we caught bait to grind and freeze to have frozen chum blocks and used the menhaden soaked dog food in bottles attached to downrigger ball.
Being a complete rookie made a couple of mistakes to be tourney fishing, first was keeping a couple small kings. Before 2pm we a 6 fish limit with 3 over 20#. Should have released the smaller ones so we could have kept fishing but too late for that now.
Get to weigh in and determine which of 3 bigger kings is the heaviest to go to the scales, a little over 22#. Finish in 16th place out of 275.
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Location: New Bern
Location: New Bern
Wed Feb 25, 2015 2:45 pm
Great stories guys, thanks for posting.
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Wed Feb 25, 2015 9:13 pm
Approx. 8 years ago while fishing about 8 miles north of the Samole with 6 good friends aboard we encountered Yellowfin. We ended the day with 16 of these critters. Now for the most interesting and unbelievable part of the story. While trolling 8 lines, suddenly one gets hit ,then2 , and all of a sudden we have Yellowfin hooked on all 8 lines. Remember, we only have 6 guys on the boat.
what a Clusterf###. Leaving a couple of long lines in the rodholders, we began to fight the rest by moving lines over and under, under and over each other until with his rod in one hand and a Gaff in the other, the first fish hit the deck. By now we are all thinking if we can land half of them we will be happy.
This true story is getting too long so I'll finish by saying that we landed 8 out of 8 for as I said an unbelievable great catch. Heck, I've had 3 Wahoo hooked up at once and ended up loosing all 3. I'll never forget either of those trips, but I like the 8 for 8 one better.
what a Clusterf###. Leaving a couple of long lines in the rodholders, we began to fight the rest by moving lines over and under, under and over each other until with his rod in one hand and a Gaff in the other, the first fish hit the deck. By now we are all thinking if we can land half of them we will be happy.
This true story is getting too long so I'll finish by saying that we landed 8 out of 8 for as I said an unbelievable great catch. Heck, I've had 3 Wahoo hooked up at once and ended up loosing all 3. I'll never forget either of those trips, but I like the 8 for 8 one better.
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Location: On the water
Location: On the water
Wed Feb 25, 2015 10:48 pm
The year was 1999. I was fishing with a friend from Wilmington in his boat. We had a livewell full of finger mullet. We anchored up to a spot we had both been to with very limited success. It was mid October and school after school of finger mullet were swimming by the boat. The water was crystal clear. My friend hooked up first and said I've got a blue on. I'm thinking no way we're in the sound 15 yards from the shore. He gets the fish to the boat and it' a nice 24 inch red. I have a hit but it pulls off. My son hooks up and reels in a nice 25 inch red. We put him in the cooler. I re- bait and throw out again. I immediately hook up and reel in a nice 26 inch red. It's on. My friend puts on an artificial lure and tries to hook up. Meanwhile my son and I proceed to catch and release 15 more reds from 22 to 26 inches long. It was a great day on the water. That spot still produces today.
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Location: New Bern
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Thu Aug 30, 2018 5:28 pm
I just went back and reread these and thought I'd try to revive this post to see if anyone wants to add to it. Love reading these.
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Location: Newport
Location: Newport
Thu Aug 30, 2018 6:40 pm
I was 12 the first time my Dad invited me to go along deep sea fishing during a vacation to Atlantic Beach from Pittsburgh. It was a Head boat out of MOREHEAD named the Deep Blue. We caught lots of huge red snapper and about our 3rd drift a huge school of nice Mahi surrounds the boat and we loaded up.
That evening a 12 year old boy (me) decided that some day I’d own a boat that could take me for “that kind” of fishing whenever I wanted to and a place on the water to tie it up. Fast forward 30 years and I finally got to the place in life where it was possible to buy the house on the water and 10 years later, the boat to go with it.
My best day on the water was the day my wife and I left “our” dock in our boat and went to the Big Rock and caught a kill box full of Mahi, Wahoo and BSB’s and came back exhausted but happy beyond words. Sadly, my Dad passed before I was able to share it with him but he’s on my mind every trip I make out there.
My second best day was when my Son proposed to his girlfriend while standing on the bow of that boat with the Cape Lookout lighthouse in the background.
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That evening a 12 year old boy (me) decided that some day I’d own a boat that could take me for “that kind” of fishing whenever I wanted to and a place on the water to tie it up. Fast forward 30 years and I finally got to the place in life where it was possible to buy the house on the water and 10 years later, the boat to go with it.
My best day on the water was the day my wife and I left “our” dock in our boat and went to the Big Rock and caught a kill box full of Mahi, Wahoo and BSB’s and came back exhausted but happy beyond words. Sadly, my Dad passed before I was able to share it with him but he’s on my mind every trip I make out there.
My second best day was when my Son proposed to his girlfriend while standing on the bow of that boat with the Cape Lookout lighthouse in the background.
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Thu Aug 30, 2018 8:59 pm
May 16th, 2008
12 kings to 26#, released countless more. Probably 30-40 more.
8 Mahi with a 38.8# Lost at least 10 more.
5 Cobia from 31# to 87#
Two Sails hooked and jumped off.
My Wife's first offshore trip, first king, mahi, cobia. Used every bait, hook, and rig we had and back at the ramp by 1pm. Less than 4 hours of fishing time. 10 NC Citation fish weighed that day.
12 kings to 26#, released countless more. Probably 30-40 more.
8 Mahi with a 38.8# Lost at least 10 more.
5 Cobia from 31# to 87#
Two Sails hooked and jumped off.
My Wife's first offshore trip, first king, mahi, cobia. Used every bait, hook, and rig we had and back at the ramp by 1pm. Less than 4 hours of fishing time. 10 NC Citation fish weighed that day.
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Thu Aug 30, 2018 9:08 pm
I've got a couple. One - my dad who introduced me to fishing gets terribly seasick, so all my fishing with him is done in the surf. I love it. We usually catch 'em up, but it's whiting and spots, and the occassional redfish or what have you, so it's not quite the same.
Took my wife out 3 years ago to the day for her first offshore trip on my friends boat. She'd been on a headboat trip and a charter trip and the diesel smell nauseated her, but we did a nearshore afternoon trip catching some bigger spanish and an occasional fat albert and she said it was weird how she didn't smell the diesel on his boat. I told her it's cuz he has a gasoline motor and patted her on the head and told her she's so pretty. Anyway fast forward to three years ago and we head out after a one day delay due to snotty seas. Willie put the first wahoo in the boat because she wanted a fish in the boat before she took a stab. Second fish was hers and she boated a ~20 lb wahoo and was all smiles. I got to stick him with the gaff and was so happy when he came over the rail and I handed her the stick to hold him up.
Second one - took a coworker's husband on a headboat trip with me. He wanted to go fishing so bad. Dude was a dingbat and strung her along for ever, moved her here from out of state and had no intention of marrying her. I liked the girl as a good friend and felt terrible this dude was stringing her along and she couldn't see it (she finally dumped him, and then he married another girl shortly thereafter!) Anyway - he got green on the way out and once he started puking asked where the nausea pills were. Told him it was a bit late at that point. He took a pill and puked it up shortly thereafter. I finished the headboat trip landing a 35 lb cobia and three gags from 8-20 lbs. He caught a few beeliners and small seabass. Selfish smugness on that trip.
Took my wife out 3 years ago to the day for her first offshore trip on my friends boat. She'd been on a headboat trip and a charter trip and the diesel smell nauseated her, but we did a nearshore afternoon trip catching some bigger spanish and an occasional fat albert and she said it was weird how she didn't smell the diesel on his boat. I told her it's cuz he has a gasoline motor and patted her on the head and told her she's so pretty. Anyway fast forward to three years ago and we head out after a one day delay due to snotty seas. Willie put the first wahoo in the boat because she wanted a fish in the boat before she took a stab. Second fish was hers and she boated a ~20 lb wahoo and was all smiles. I got to stick him with the gaff and was so happy when he came over the rail and I handed her the stick to hold him up.
Second one - took a coworker's husband on a headboat trip with me. He wanted to go fishing so bad. Dude was a dingbat and strung her along for ever, moved her here from out of state and had no intention of marrying her. I liked the girl as a good friend and felt terrible this dude was stringing her along and she couldn't see it (she finally dumped him, and then he married another girl shortly thereafter!) Anyway - he got green on the way out and once he started puking asked where the nausea pills were. Told him it was a bit late at that point. He took a pill and puked it up shortly thereafter. I finished the headboat trip landing a 35 lb cobia and three gags from 8-20 lbs. He caught a few beeliners and small seabass. Selfish smugness on that trip.
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Thu Aug 30, 2018 9:37 pm
This past May the bonito and spanish were so thick in a spot, we caught a 3 man limit of spanish and 18 bonito. All the fish were caught on spinning reels and casting jigs. Once we found them, it was action every cast for hours.
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Fri Aug 31, 2018 8:15 am
This was a pretty good day 
Halloween Day in the US Open KMT. Trolled in a parking lot of boats all morning with about 100 boats in site. Medium line started zinging at about 1PM and we fought and gaffed the 50 lb fish right in the middle of everyone. Best ride back to the dock ever!
Halloween Day in the US Open KMT. Trolled in a parking lot of boats all morning with about 100 boats in site. Medium line started zinging at about 1PM and we fought and gaffed the 50 lb fish right in the middle of everyone. Best ride back to the dock ever!
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Still fun to go back and reread all these and bump it back to the top and see if someone wants add one.
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I have had the best days with my Father, he's my fishing buddy.
Also my best Friend and his Father.
Back in the day when you could keep flounder about 10 of us together drifted BF Inlet and caught 2 48qt coolers full of flounder in a 4 day weekend in October, that was back when the limit was 8pp and 12". late 90s.
Fast forward a few years, on my Birthday in June 2014 put an 85lb hoo in the boat on a home made lure, along with a load of bottom fish.
Limits of Gags many times along with bees and bass
5 man limit of gags with the biggest in the 38" Range. Sept 2014
80 trigger fish, 4 gags, 8 strawberrys, 20 beeliners, October 31 Dads Birthday. this was some years ago. 2010-2012 on the skiff around 100 ft.
Had some epic days with the Red Snapper, although there endangered.
Dad caught a 36" ARS during the first season opener we fished 2017 I think.
Many limits on Founder gigging trips.
Dads always been a hunter, but its something he has started to enjoy more than ever.
Wouldn't trade the memories for nothing.
Had some good days, started out on a Skiff.
Also my best Friend and his Father.
Back in the day when you could keep flounder about 10 of us together drifted BF Inlet and caught 2 48qt coolers full of flounder in a 4 day weekend in October, that was back when the limit was 8pp and 12". late 90s.
Fast forward a few years, on my Birthday in June 2014 put an 85lb hoo in the boat on a home made lure, along with a load of bottom fish.
Limits of Gags many times along with bees and bass
5 man limit of gags with the biggest in the 38" Range. Sept 2014
80 trigger fish, 4 gags, 8 strawberrys, 20 beeliners, October 31 Dads Birthday. this was some years ago. 2010-2012 on the skiff around 100 ft.
Had some epic days with the Red Snapper, although there endangered.
Dad caught a 36" ARS during the first season opener we fished 2017 I think.
Many limits on Founder gigging trips.
Dads always been a hunter, but its something he has started to enjoy more than ever.
Wouldn't trade the memories for nothing.
Had some good days, started out on a Skiff.
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Mon Nov 06, 2023 3:21 pm
Not a bad day....
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Both of these are this year....
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