Recently we have been hit with a surprising streak of good luck. Me and my father have gone deep sea fishing the last few days and they have been anything but disappointing. All kinds of fishing revolve around technique, knowledge, patience, and persistance and when all of these things come together you are able to find great success.
Two days ago we got all of our gear together, set our outriggers up, and went out deep sea fishing for about half a day. At first things started off slow with no strikes for about the first hour. A ways into the trip we noticed that we had forgotten some things. While collecting of the things we would need, we neglected to bring our fighting belt which helps make the fight easier when you are bringing in a fish that can weigh as much as you. We also forgot our gaff which is essential for landing a large fish on the boat. Taking this into account we figured that we were sure to catch some fish the only time that we came unprepared.
I was sitting up by the front of the boat drnking an orange Fanta when I heard the first fish hit. The scream of the drag on the reel while the fish on the other end rips the line from the its resting point gets your blood pumping as fast as possible. I quickly ran to the back thinking of the irony of attempting to land a big one without the tools we are used to. I picked up the pole and the scream abruptly ended and I thought we had lost the fish. Reeling in the line I could feel that there was something on the other end but I knew it wasn't anything too big. Getting it up to the boat we realized it was a fish in the tuna family called a Little Tunny. As the trip wore on, we circled the spot where we caught the previous fish and ended up getting two more.
Yesterday, it was such a nice day out on the water that we decided to once again try our luck outside the reef deep sea fishing. The waters were tranquil and it seemed almost flat across the entire Caribbean. On the same lure we had caught the little tunnys on the day before, we quickly got another strike on. The same procedure occurred with the fight and we once again brought a little tunny. We ended up with two more at the end of the day. After a long day of trolling for the big one, we took a rest still fishing outside the reef at a depth of about 40-55 feet. We caught ten yellowtail snapper and threw several more back because we caught too many. Trolling back to our house came another adventure just when I decided to reel the lines in and head home, I got a strike. Getting the fish up to the boat was an easy task so I figured it was something small. When I first saw the fish I knew right away that it was a King Mackeral. After seeing the boat, the mackeral had a run that nearly broke the rod. It got off the line and needless to say, I was disappointed to let that one get away.
Two days ago we got all of our gear together, set our outriggers up, and went out deep sea fishing for about half a day. At first things started off slow with no strikes for about the first hour. A ways into the trip we noticed that we had forgotten some things. While collecting of the things we would need, we neglected to bring our fighting belt which helps make the fight easier when you are bringing in a fish that can weigh as much as you. We also forgot our gaff which is essential for landing a large fish on the boat. Taking this into account we figured that we were sure to catch some fish the only time that we came unprepared.
I was sitting up by the front of the boat drnking an orange Fanta when I heard the first fish hit. The scream of the drag on the reel while the fish on the other end rips the line from the its resting point gets your blood pumping as fast as possible. I quickly ran to the back thinking of the irony of attempting to land a big one without the tools we are used to. I picked up the pole and the scream abruptly ended and I thought we had lost the fish. Reeling in the line I could feel that there was something on the other end but I knew it wasn't anything too big. Getting it up to the boat we realized it was a fish in the tuna family called a Little Tunny. As the trip wore on, we circled the spot where we caught the previous fish and ended up getting two more.
Yesterday, it was such a nice day out on the water that we decided to once again try our luck outside the reef deep sea fishing. The waters were tranquil and it seemed almost flat across the entire Caribbean. On the same lure we had caught the little tunnys on the day before, we quickly got another strike on. The same procedure occurred with the fight and we once again brought a little tunny. We ended up with two more at the end of the day. After a long day of trolling for the big one, we took a rest still fishing outside the reef at a depth of about 40-55 feet. We caught ten yellowtail snapper and threw several more back because we caught too many. Trolling back to our house came another adventure just when I decided to reel the lines in and head home, I got a strike. Getting the fish up to the boat was an easy task so I figured it was something small. When I first saw the fish I knew right away that it was a King Mackeral. After seeing the boat, the mackeral had a run that nearly broke the rod. It got off the line and needless to say, I was disappointed to let that one get away.
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