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MrPat
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Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda
MrPat
Posts: 26 Greenhorn
I'm posting this report written by my friend Schmitty. He forgot his password for this site (he's getting old LOL)
Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda is the perfect title for this fishing report. Mr. Pat & I have been trying to get a trip together for awhile and it finally happened Sunday. Seas were supposed to be nice and calm, and we decided to go on my boat. Pat calls it "The Vomit Comet" but it's real name is "We're Hooked". The King of The Inlet Tournament was held this weekend, and on Weds or Thurs I asked Pat if we should sign up. We could win money!!! Na, Pat said if we sign up, we'll never catch that 40-lb bull. I agreed and added that us old guys competed for 35 years and we are done competing. And I didn't want to jinx us.
We had Gary (only his 2nd time fishing) and John (Bucky) an experienced bottom picker and Mr. Pat as the crew along with me (Cornbread, aka Capt Schmitty). The boat was working awesome and it was a gorgeous morning. We had 6 lines in at 8am. We worked through various clstrfcks with the lines and the crew *****ing plenty about hook size and pin position (I felt like I was a crab boat capt with 3 old women) LOLOL. We started boating fish between 300 and 335 feet. Water temp was around 77 degrees. We had one fish eat two baits. No fish lost!! We had 7 nice feesh in the box. Then it slowed up around noon and our buddy boat (Patriot) was in deep water and had just boated a nice 35-lb'r so we decided to head out into the gulf stream. Tyrone was about 5 miles south of us. We found the same rip he was following and after about an hour, with the crew falling asleep (remember these are old guys), we get hit. I'm clearing one of the rods and I notice it tightens up. All rods are cleared, and Pat and I are hooked up. Oh no, we have the same fish the crew is yelling. It's happened again!!! Then I get mine closer, and nope boys, we got a double.
I boat a 27-lb'r and Pat still has his. We get Pat's closer and see that he's Mr. Big!! John gaffs him in the head, gets him to the gunnel and OH MY GOD he comes off and back in the water. Swims about 50' from the boat. Pat remains calm, I yell out "Give me that **** gaff, I'll get him". We get him closer, the **** sees that gaff coming again and I get him!! Lift him over the gunnels and he's in the box. The crew yells "You're the greatest Capn Schmitty" ...in my mind LOLOLOL.
So we weighed him at 44.5 lbs. We ended the day with 239 lbs of dolphin. Mr. Big and two 26.6 lb.'s, several low 20's and the baby was 16.6 lbs. 9 fish in all. Certainly our best day on the We're Hooked. A big thanks to Tyrone for heading us in the right direction. So we get back to the dock, and my dock mate owns Inlet Harbour who sponsored the tournament. John tells me that fish probably would have won the tournament. I will have to check the board after I post this article. 4 old guys ended the day happy, and that's all that matters. We don't need no stinking victory cup. And you should have seen the line of boats waiting to check in. By the time we had finished it would have been past our bedtime (8:00). We turn our cell phones off at 6pm.
Make sure to congratulate Pat for a great reeling job. He's my hero. One of the finest fisherman around, also The Patriot (maybe he'll post a report also and pics). He had 7 more fish than us.Good day had by all.
Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda is the perfect title for this fishing report. Mr. Pat & I have been trying to get a trip together for awhile and it finally happened Sunday. Seas were supposed to be nice and calm, and we decided to go on my boat. Pat calls it "The Vomit Comet" but it's real name is "We're Hooked". The King of The Inlet Tournament was held this weekend, and on Weds or Thurs I asked Pat if we should sign up. We could win money!!! Na, Pat said if we sign up, we'll never catch that 40-lb bull. I agreed and added that us old guys competed for 35 years and we are done competing. And I didn't want to jinx us.
We had Gary (only his 2nd time fishing) and John (Bucky) an experienced bottom picker and Mr. Pat as the crew along with me (Cornbread, aka Capt Schmitty). The boat was working awesome and it was a gorgeous morning. We had 6 lines in at 8am. We worked through various clstrfcks with the lines and the crew *****ing plenty about hook size and pin position (I felt like I was a crab boat capt with 3 old women) LOLOL. We started boating fish between 300 and 335 feet. Water temp was around 77 degrees. We had one fish eat two baits. No fish lost!! We had 7 nice feesh in the box. Then it slowed up around noon and our buddy boat (Patriot) was in deep water and had just boated a nice 35-lb'r so we decided to head out into the gulf stream. Tyrone was about 5 miles south of us. We found the same rip he was following and after about an hour, with the crew falling asleep (remember these are old guys), we get hit. I'm clearing one of the rods and I notice it tightens up. All rods are cleared, and Pat and I are hooked up. Oh no, we have the same fish the crew is yelling. It's happened again!!! Then I get mine closer, and nope boys, we got a double.
I boat a 27-lb'r and Pat still has his. We get Pat's closer and see that he's Mr. Big!! John gaffs him in the head, gets him to the gunnel and OH MY GOD he comes off and back in the water. Swims about 50' from the boat. Pat remains calm, I yell out "Give me that **** gaff, I'll get him". We get him closer, the **** sees that gaff coming again and I get him!! Lift him over the gunnels and he's in the box. The crew yells "You're the greatest Capn Schmitty" ...in my mind LOLOLOL.
So we weighed him at 44.5 lbs. We ended the day with 239 lbs of dolphin. Mr. Big and two 26.6 lb.'s, several low 20's and the baby was 16.6 lbs. 9 fish in all. Certainly our best day on the We're Hooked. A big thanks to Tyrone for heading us in the right direction. So we get back to the dock, and my dock mate owns Inlet Harbour who sponsored the tournament. John tells me that fish probably would have won the tournament. I will have to check the board after I post this article. 4 old guys ended the day happy, and that's all that matters. We don't need no stinking victory cup. And you should have seen the line of boats waiting to check in. By the time we had finished it would have been past our bedtime (8:00). We turn our cell phones off at 6pm.
Make sure to congratulate Pat for a great reeling job. He's my hero. One of the finest fisherman around, also The Patriot (maybe he'll post a report also and pics). He had 7 more fish than us.Good day had by all.
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