Oh what a difference a day makes! Sort of. I had a group of seven and a group of 2. They day is what most anglers wold have termed FAC. I hit a few spots below the PP buoy and the group of 7 were not happy anglers. Dad wanted to fish. Dad wanted his little girls to fish. Dad wanted Mom and (his) Dad to enjoy the day. Dad was outvoted and begged, pleaded and asked for mercy for the rest of his family that lacked the seafaring gene. So I took them in, as we were close, and came back out to enoy the type of day so nice, fish were only a bonus. The rockpiles outside the buoys weren't cooperating as well as yesterday. Huli Cat kept working different rockpiles south until we hit some that did well. Lings were hungry for 'copper pipe'. Yes, someone brought copper pipe fashioned into lingcod/rockfish bars and more and more folks are showing up with the homemade jigs. Guy Anthony caught wo keepers alone and many shorts on the copper pipe. Canaries were a bit bothersome. All in all, a great day to be on the water. Never fished under 60 feet, never fished over 110 feet.
The unusual story was one line tangled with another line on opposite sides of the boat. As the line was cleared on one side, it released pressure on the other rod, that rod jumped out of the rod holder. It broke my heart as it was my rod and newly overhauled reel. I dejectedly grabbed another rig, made a cast and 'snagged' the bottom, or so I thought. The snag was moving, gudgingly, but some piece of someting was on the bottom, that wa coming up. My treble hook and diamond bar were dragging something up. First guesses were a Danielson crab pot with the effort I had reeling in. Then we saw 'color' and folks yelled I had a fish. Then it be came apparent I had the lost rod and reel! I asked for a gaff to back it up in case the hook came loose of the reel attempting to get it out of the water. We get the rod and reel and start ot reel it in. A big bolina rockfish on the hook to boot! I got my rod back with a fish on it!
