Today was the perfect day. I had a great family in from Chicago that wanted a day of catching. They got more than they wanted. We doubled up on yellowfin right off the bat. Which set the tone of the day. Now for the upside/downside of the day. The next double was two jumbo yellowfin. The girls wanted no part of them so it was up Jeff and I. As luck would have it the smaller of the two pulled the hook. Ok no problem let’s work in the other one. We got him to the boat but he made a last ditch effort and made a run and broke us off. Everyone got to see him he was a solid 150 plus. So after that it was on to the snapper hole for a quick limit.
It’s time to head it to the house to recharge my batteries and enjoy some family time. I ended this string of trips today with the Valentine family. The fishing was as it was all week. Which is pretty damn good. We fished till 1 before we had our fish due to some conversion issues. But finished the day strong. Now it’s going to be a enjoyable two days off. Then back at it for a week or so.
I had Rob and his son Eric back on the boat again this year. And the trip went almost a carbon copy of last years trip. Except without there marlin. The following day I had Doug Madden which was a group of farmers. At first they thought tuna fishing was gonna be easy but quickly learned that a tunafish is not a redfish. It was a great trip with lots of good natured ribbing the whole day. The only time that wasn’t going was when we were hiding behind a rig to knock down the wind and rain from a wicked thundetstorm that caught us. Two great days that had is north bound by noon. That kind of fishing you can’t beat.
I have been fishing everyday and haven’t had time to write a report, but one of my customers from the 24th wrote up an amazing report and here it is:
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“Well, my wife has wanted to do a night in New Orleans for a while. A few months ago I floated the idea of a nice meal there, a casual drive down to Venice the following day and then a tuna trip. Surprisingly enough, she took the bait. Don’t get me wrong, she loves to fish, but it was awesome to think that she was willing to let us spend that kind of expense and time away from home when it essentially revolved around fishing.
Rolled into NOLA around 4:30 on Thursday afternoon and walked around a bit having a drink here and there while waiting on our dinner reservations at Herbsaint and for our friend to fly in from Fort Worth. He got in around 7:30 and we made our dinner reservation just in time. Great meal. I had the musgovey duck leg, which was divine; only complaint is that I could have eaten about 8 of them… fat boys like their food.
Woke up the next day and made our way down to Venice. Got there at the exact same time that another angler did who had driven straight form PC. We got all situated on house boat and had plenty of time to watch some fish come in, have a few drinks, grill some steaks and talk about the day tocome.
Next day came quickly. Here’s Mike’s new 36 Yellowfin at Cypress Cove.
Within no time we had drinks / food loaded, truck parked and we were making our way down the river.
In the picture above we are about to be into open water and ready to net some bait. We saw a few popping out here and there, but not enough to toss on. Rather than spending time (and shoulder ligaments) tossing on onsies and twosies, Mike kept easing down a particular shoal and we found them a good bit thicker maybe 30 minutes later. Two casts and we had probably 80 pogies in the barrel. Time to go fishing!
Live baits, great conditions and we’re ready!
We ran about 30 nm and in no time we have our first customer!
Birthday girl on the rod…
She made short work of an average sized late-May / June fish and in no time it was on deck….
We all high fived and Mike pulled out the heart offered her a bite after her first tuna. She willingly took a chomp out, but didn’t chew for long. Unfortunately, I don’t yet have the picture of this scene, or the one with a nice first-kill swipe of blood across her faith.
After that, we put one line back out and not long after that we caught another similarly sized fish on a live bait. Buddy from TX whooped him pretty quick and we tossed this guy on ice.
After this, we had a little lull, but not much of one. Yours truly wanted to make a move, but we were marking fish above 200’ and Mike said let’s stay put. Most folks were up front chilling on the rail when I saw a fish bust within 100’ off to port. I ran forward grabbed the popper rod and hooked one up on first cast….
Me on the popper rod…
Popper fish in box…
After this our next fish came on a live bait and it was solid… About to come over the rail…
Wife with a hero shot… And CLEARLY best picture of the trip!
Same fish…
Me with the fish…
After this we hooked up on a double. The larger of the two fish hit first (crashed a slow trolled live bait) and then a second rod went off fishing same thing. I hopped on the smaller fish and boated it fairly quickly. We were then sitting on 6 fish. After a good fight (and a little bit of embarrassing rod-passing) we boated another real nice fish. This made 7 nice tunas and bonus fish number 2. We messed around for another 35 minutes or so and headed home. In that 35 minutes I had a fish boil on a popper and we watched another boat put a 35-30 pound fish in. We probably could have soaked out another fish or two, but we had 5 average fish and two real nice ones given the time of the year. That being said, we elected to take Mike’s advice and head for the hill.
The second bonus-fish…
Same fish with fella from Texas…
After this, we scrubbed the boat real quick and headed that way with a cold beer in hand. What a day! It might have been 11:00 at this point. We had two folks on board that were up for poking around for another fish or two, but as a whole we were all fine with heading on in. Iced fish about to get the slurry!
While out there we watched two or three fish miss live baits, but not once did we one bend a rod or peel line and miss. IMO, we went 7 for 7 with only two sharks. Fantastic!
Headed in… Ugly, boat, huh?
Picture of ugly tackle with sun at about high noon…
Back at Cypress Cove… we couldn’t find a cart, so I sprayed the dock down for a few minutes and let them lay long enough for a picture with my wife. We could have done better here, but I was in a hurry to get some ice back on them before we made our way to the cleaning table.
Again, no hand cart, so in the truck they went! Keep in mind, we had bed liner nice and cool and dumped plenty of ice on them. They stayed like this for no more than 5 minutes, and then we had them in a cart with ice all over them.
One more look at them…
If you ever go battle with 80+ pound tuna you have a few choices. 1. Learn proper form. 2. Don’t drink beer for two days prior in NOLA and marina. 3. Bring a guy like the one pictured below. Yeah, he did a lot of pumping and winding:
Also got to see a 297 warsaw at the dock… or at least it’s carcass…
Since getting home we’ve been eating pretty well:
Tuna, avocado BLT….
Start here…
Finish here…
A little poke. This…
Into this…
With what’s left over you try to eat…
Great stuff!
Can’t wait to get back! Hard to go wrong in South LA when you have great weather and a great captain.
