Fish Report for 10-14-2011
Royal Star Fish Report
10-14-2011
Royal Star
I'll label it decent beginning in line with expectations but for one glitch. Again the miserable, unjust reality of hungry sharks consumed the elation of victory for a majority of anglers setting the hook on the tuna we came for. No matter what the circumstance it is a bitter pill to swallow; in particular when the opportunities are scarce and at a premium. Such is fishing; one must come prepared for the inevitable fact that a wealth of obstacles are frequently arranged to challenge our savvy. It is the way of things out here.
The positive side of the late afternoon was the ultimate capture of a few whole specimens that weighed in the 80 - 110 pound class. Whether it was a small hoard of sharks that filled up on our early offerings, our revised approach favoring larger gear size, a few heroic anglers pulling for all they were worth, or all of the above a few victories were snatched from the jaws of defeat to inject a necessary note of enthusiasm to notably affected morale. Between the final few, a couple of handfuls of twenty to forty pound yellowfin, and a half dozen wahoo the day ended with reason for optimism.
On an even more positive fishing note some of the wahoo strikes on the casted wax wings and live baits were material of legends today. Forty to sixty pound class "skinnies" skyrocketed to heights of fifteen or twenty feet on several occasions demonstrating their penchant for flight when chasing live baits and lining up on surface presented lures. It made for a couple of heart stopping moments as the airborne missiles struck their targets and awestruck anglers switched from a stance of jaw gaping amazement to furious winding to take up the huge amounts of instantly created slack.
Some were successful and some were not, but the show alone was well worth. The memory of looking up at a fifty pound wahoo flying through the air clasping your lure in it's jaws is indelible. I speak from personal experience. I vividly remember certain wahoo bites on the surface iron going back twenty years and more. The sight of those big, striped projectiles twenty feet airborne with your jig visibly attached is a brand of marvel only a true fisherman can adore. Shimano man Robbie Gant got his shot today. I doubt he'll forget the perfect image of a fat skinny clenching his wax wing in flight then disappearing behind a stripe of bubbles extending a glistening twenty or thirty feet into the crystal blue deeps. I know I won't.
Photo today features long time Royal Star veteran Don Ballanti who following his tagging voyage to the Revillas last February was only too happy to "tag" this 110# yellowfin with a Royal Star #21. Needless to say it will be enjoyed as fine table fare upon our return.
Tim Ekstrom
Photo Here...
The positive side of the late afternoon was the ultimate capture of a few whole specimens that weighed in the 80 - 110 pound class. Whether it was a small hoard of sharks that filled up on our early offerings, our revised approach favoring larger gear size, a few heroic anglers pulling for all they were worth, or all of the above a few victories were snatched from the jaws of defeat to inject a necessary note of enthusiasm to notably affected morale. Between the final few, a couple of handfuls of twenty to forty pound yellowfin, and a half dozen wahoo the day ended with reason for optimism.
On an even more positive fishing note some of the wahoo strikes on the casted wax wings and live baits were material of legends today. Forty to sixty pound class "skinnies" skyrocketed to heights of fifteen or twenty feet on several occasions demonstrating their penchant for flight when chasing live baits and lining up on surface presented lures. It made for a couple of heart stopping moments as the airborne missiles struck their targets and awestruck anglers switched from a stance of jaw gaping amazement to furious winding to take up the huge amounts of instantly created slack.
Some were successful and some were not, but the show alone was well worth. The memory of looking up at a fifty pound wahoo flying through the air clasping your lure in it's jaws is indelible. I speak from personal experience. I vividly remember certain wahoo bites on the surface iron going back twenty years and more. The sight of those big, striped projectiles twenty feet airborne with your jig visibly attached is a brand of marvel only a true fisherman can adore. Shimano man Robbie Gant got his shot today. I doubt he'll forget the perfect image of a fat skinny clenching his wax wing in flight then disappearing behind a stripe of bubbles extending a glistening twenty or thirty feet into the crystal blue deeps. I know I won't.
Photo today features long time Royal Star veteran Don Ballanti who following his tagging voyage to the Revillas last February was only too happy to "tag" this 110# yellowfin with a Royal Star #21. Needless to say it will be enjoyed as fine table fare upon our return.
Tim Ekstrom
Photo Here...
