5 am came early. JoAnn wasn't getting up to make us breakfast this early, but she was kind enough to set up the coffee, and leave travel mugs out for us. This was the day we were waiting for. We were offshore bound out of Venice!
A trip to the fuel dock, meeting the mate, Jay, AKA Uhhh Huhhh, and we were off like a prom dress!
The fog doesn't look bad in the next few pictures, but it sure was thick on the river!
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Not many pictures on the way down the river. Capt Hoop's radar crapped out on the way. We tried to follow a few of the boats from his marina, but they were haulin ass and much faster than we were. They couldn't stay up on plane at our speed, so all we could do was follow them for as long as we couldn't keep up. While doing this, we jumped in behind one of the boats, just as he was making a quick move to go around something. Med got to see me move as fast as I had the entire trip. Problem was, my feel weren't on the deck! Hahahahaha!!! Good thing I knew better than to let go of the grab bar I had! We all planted our asses on the bean bags for the rest of the river trip!
Eventaully, this great Captain in front of us, Jordan, saw us struggling on his radar, so he slowed up. Once Capt Hoop saw who it was, he asked Jordan to kick it back enough to let us follow him. In a class act move, Jordan slowed up and took us the rest of the way down the river. All 24 miles of it!
I didn't say anything, and neither did Med, but we were both thinking the same thing. The Cat boat was a difficult ride on smooth water following in another boat's wake. It seemed to want to swerve from side to side a lot. Both of us were thinking to ourselves, why would someone want one of these? Well, we found out as soon as we got out of the river. We cruised through a 4 to 5 foot chop with ease before got got into water deep enough to where it laid down. For the rest of the day, that boat prooved itself over and over in the swells while fishing.
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Re: Chum Bucket......There's too much gross #*&! in those picture threads; I can't look at them. Doing so scars my soul.
Open water, lines in, and the last shot I have of Med with his Wahoo cherry still intact!
I think at this point, Med handed me his camera because I don't have any pictures of him fighting his fish. Next one I have is Capt Hoop haulin it over the side!
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Re: Chum Bucket......There's too much gross #*&! in those picture threads; I can't look at them. Doing so scars my soul.
We stopped and did some jigging. I hooked up with what felt like a freight train, way down deep. At about 50 feet down, we had color and my excitement level dropped. It was only a Jack Crevalle!
Not wanting to waste time with them, we headed over and did some chunking. It didn't take long drifting, and Uh Huh Jay lost his lunch over the side. He said Capt Hoop's boat is the only boat he ever gets sick on. Well, as we watched pieces of cold cuts and cheese float in the slick, we joked about it being chum. I guess it works, because pretty quick, the line got ripped from Booty's fingers, the drag was set, and the rod was doubled over!
At one point, Capt Hoop was second guessing himself and wondering if maybe his first guess was wrong, and could we have a shark on? That thought was soon gone as Med was standing up on the bow as the fish circled past. He saw color, sickle fins, and yelled out, big yellow! That got everyone moving and excited again!
I didn't get any pics of it coming over the side, because it ran back at one point and got into the motors, so it was a little chaotic for a monment, with everyone doing something. I did get pics once it hit the deck though!
That was it. We had another fish on just long enough to come tight, and it cut the leader, so we never saw it. I guess if that's gonna happen, it's best it happens in the first minute rather than after fighting it for 15 minutes and leaving you guessing as to what it was!
We went back and hit the rigs again looking for a Hooter for me, but it wasn't in the cards this time. They were there, and they had settled down with no boat traffic. We hooked up several times, but each time it came unbuttoned. Scary part of one hook up? It hit on the turn and the line was ripping across the stern at face level.
As Capt Hoop said, we did mark some fish on a corner of the rig, and we jigged them, hooked up, but it didn't take long to realize they were Red Snapper and had to go back.
That was it, we headed for the barn!
It is only when you see a mosquito landing on your testicles, that you realize that there is always a way to solve problems without using violence ...
Team "Just one more drift"
Team I'm not messin with JuJu ever again!!!!!!!
Re: Chum Bucket......There's too much gross #*&! in those picture threads; I can't look at them. Doing so scars my soul.
Back at the marina, it was like a summer picnic. People all over, all wanting to see what each boat had as they pulled up to the dock!
Several boats were already in, and there were fish racks everywhere. Even though we only had two fish, we were by no means light weights. Both of our fish, compared to the others we saw, were big! We had nothing to feel bad about!
It is only when you see a mosquito landing on your testicles, that you realize that there is always a way to solve problems without using violence ...
Team "Just one more drift"
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Re: Chum Bucket......There's too much gross #*&! in those picture threads; I can't look at them. Doing so scars my soul.
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