We made a last minute plan to fish after church on Sunday. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed to the launch. The plan was to head out to the 2nd color change and look for ling as we headed east. We dragged cigs hoping to pick up a smoker but no dice.
I decided to head out a little deeper and see if we could find any bottom to drop on. I drifted over some hard bottom and flipped my flounder jig and immidiately slammed. I was worried I had a jack cause it was kicking my tail. After about 7-8 minutes, I pulled this guy up.
I looked beneath him and there was the first ling of the day mixed in with this massive school of reds. I moved on trying to get back with the school when my cig other rod with the cig on started screaming. I first thought king but then realized it was probably another red. But with no head shakes my hopes were high it was a ling. After about 30 minutes I gaffed this guy. He weighed 27#.
Now everyone is hanging into fish. Reds everywhere. At one time I had a triple on. It was a disaster. My brother hooked something that hammered off away from the school. We were sure it was a shark or a ling. After a long fight (lamiglass pier rod) he finally gaffed his. It was right at 33#.
It was a good weekend!