Sorry I have not posted a blog in a few weeks. I was able to take some time to visit some old friends on their boat for a trip to the Bahamas and neglected my blog duties. I’ll post up about that trip soon, but today is about this week’s trip to the Gulf of Mexico Oil rigs in the successful pursuit of the man in the blue suit.
Me, Allen, Frenchy and newcomer, Stephen, loaded up FN PAIR-A-DICE and left Destin on Sunday headed southwest, deep into the oil fields of the central Gulf of Mexico. All the elements were there for a good trip and we were in need of some screaming drags.
We arrived at our ultimate destination at about 1 AM and were quickly on the fish. Blackfin and yellowfin were active and biting. I was the first to get a YFT to the boat and had a blast doing it, using spin tackle and a live flying fish that made the mistake of getting too close to the boat.
OK, so we knew we would be eating well, the pressure was off. We were consistently getting bites as the sun peered through the early morning clouds. Allen landed a nice one.
And so did Frenchy.
But we were also frustratingly hooking up and losing some fish, too. I hung a really nice one and after ten minutes or so, as it surged away from the boat, I got cut off. Not sure what happened, perhaps it hit the leader with its tail, but that was my hundred pounder, gone. Allen and Frenchy missed a few as well, but it was Stephen that seemed snake bit. He must have had six fish come unbuttoned. But, he did ultimately get his revenge.
We pushed away from the rig to troll a bit and look for a rip that was supposed to be in the area. I must have dosed off a bit, but woke up to screaming drags, as the boys had a double header going.
Stephen put a nice YFT in the boat and broke his curse!
Allen made sure the gaff shot would count.
Frenchy capped it off with a nice skipjack.
Stephen, however, was not done. Lines back in, another lap around the rig and Stephen is holding on for dear life as literally a thousand yards of line melts off the 50W. We are all laser focused on a big tuna, but what comes careening out of the water is the man in the blue suit! It is grey hounding out there in the distance, right between the legs of the rig. I don’t know about everyone else, but I was pretty sure this was going to end fast with the line broken off on the rig.
Unbelievably, the fish kept going past the rig and off into open water, but now we had a big belly in the line and about three quarters or more of the line off the reel. Allen gets Stephen in the bow and starts working at the fish and we quickly had the line tight, straight to the fish again. Things are looking up and Stephen settled in for the fight.
It wasn’t long before Stephen had the fish at the boat for his first marlin tag and release. Stephen was looking good, but the fish had a broken nose. Not sure if that happened before or during the fight. You can see it in the video.
Everyone smile for the camera!
Monday got pretty stormy and we had to don the foul weather gear repeatedly, but there was the occasional promise of clear skies.
Monday night got downright sporty with rain coming across the deck sideways and lightning popping regularly. We decided we had done well and it was time to beat a retreat so we packed up and started working toward home.
The trip home was a slow slog, but the sun came out as we arrived at the docks and set about the business of scrubbing the boat and cleaning the fish.
Now we enjoy the spoils.
Recipe: Tuna steak coated with black sesame seeds. Seared on grill for 2-3 minutes per side. A squeeze of lemon or lime. Serve with soy and wasabi for dipping.
Catch em up!