Well it was a BIG ocean for sure! We left port at 05:30 and it was a long slow ride 12 - 15 mph according to the GPS. By 08:00 we were fishing. Here's how it went. Wayne drops his first while I bait another rig. As I'm ready to go down Wayne says something about 8 to 9 hundred feet out and he can't feel bottom. I request captain Marcos put the boat in reverse and I find bottom no problem. Wayne is using 80lb dacron so I tell him to reel up and swap over to my spare rod. The look on his face..

It was so damn ruff you could not stand up. We were being tossed about on the deck like a loose 4oz cannon ball. Then it happened! Things got very fishy at end of my gear. Oh ya gotta be a nice one. Come to the boat baby. NOPE!! It's gone. So I reel up. A task much easier for me than for Wayne with my 612H electra-mate. I make the surface and find my hook now has taken on a new shape. At some point in this early melay Wayne wrenched his back and he's done. While Marcos baits up my spare rod I"m determined not to loose another fish on cheap hooks so out come the 16/0 circles. I touch them up once again with the file. Squid on top and sardine at the bottom. Down we go and it's me and the Captain workin the bottom now. I find bottom and throw some extra slack to account for the Theme Park ride we're on. Things get fishy again......couldn't have been a full minute. Oh Ya....this is a goodun! Man can I fish.

Wait a minute this is a really good one! Jeepers .... I've hooked Moby's offspring!!! Between the ride I'm on and the fight this fish is putting forth a thought creeps into mind [img]graemlins/idea.gif[/img] This is more work than play :depressed: Now Marcos hollers fish and he's thrashing around at the rail now too. Wayne comes to my rescue with the fighting belt and things improve just like the weather in March. Muscles begin to cramp in my left leg and lower back. I've been thrown to the deck countless times and I really want this over. I'm getting close. I can tell by the pile I'm building on the reel. Yep there's color.....but what the hell? Huh?? That's not A halibut!! Nope.......IT'S TWO halibut. :shocked: Holy Moly no wonder. While slightly dissapointed I hadn't caught a barn door. I found comfort in the fact that my days work was done. Marcos wrestled his to the surface shortly after me. Another nice fish. Wakem-bleedem-stackem and were out of here. It's 09:20. :tongue:
The conditions were less than favorable but not dangerous in a boat the size of the Navajo. It's a 24 ft SeaRay and I wouldn't have wanted to be in any less. We saw too many overly confident boaters today. There were a couple 18-20 foot sleds out there that in my opinion were out of there league. Simply comfort wise if not safety.
The last 10 miles the ocean layed down for us and I got too relaxed. If I had been paying closer attention I would not have run over top of that cotton pickin crab pot. When I did notice it, I looked to my right and sure enough the bouy came sailing at the boat. It reminded me of logging with the Old Christy carrige. Luckily we were able to get free with little trouble, but that crab pot line is about 12 feet shorter.
All in all a good and productive trip. The bite has improved to what I remember and expect at the Ranch. Anyone going tomorrow please be safe and don't push your limits. Good Luck! [img]graemlins/hearton.gif[/img] D