Yankee Capt 4-12 and 4-13
Going into Friday night I had scamp a king and three muttons in the box.
All through Friday night we had porpoises chasing fliers all around the boat. I kept focused knowing that in the past this has always seemed to get the muttons eating below (or maybe it was just the fliers for bait.)I picked a fish or to off of each stop and then caught three nice muttons during our epic sunrise bite. I saw Josh and Chad literally running around gaffing fish. Everybody was catching muttons and a couple big blacks as well.
Saturday was started off great. Flat seas and and a decent bite. The ocean really seemed alive. We saw five or six sailfish at different times free jumping and chasing bait. The gulf stream current that has been pushed up onto the reef must off come back because by mid morning the current was screaming out deep. I switched gears and threw a out a small jig and instantly hooked up with awhat felt like a small tuna or bonita. after a brief fight he got hit by somthing and I thought it was a done deal when I again felt that rattle of a tuna on the line. To my surprise when I got it to the boat there was not one but two tunas. The first one(minus a tail) had slid all the way up my line and was stuck right at my braid/flouro splice. The jig had slid out his gill and the secongd blackfin had picked it up and was trailing fifteen feet behind the first.
Saturday afternoon we were fishing shallow around 85 feet when I caught a mutton that when it hit the deck it spit up a little critter and I immediately put the little morsel on my hook and sent it down. Next thing you know I was chasing my best mutton (17 lbs)of the trip the length of the boat as it shot under and lengthwise on its first run. Got it up and my new secret weapon bait was still on the hook! Dropped it down and another nice mutton...and still on the hook. Next a flag yellowtail and...bait still there. Dropped it down and another mutton! Three muttons and a yellowtail on a bait that had come from a muttons stomach.
By Saturday evening around five the conditions had really deteriorated as the wind picked up. Capt Greg made the call which we all kinda expected and said lines in we are headed back early. They said it was pretty fluffy the ride in but I wouldn't know I slept until we were back at the dock. I think we had eighteen totes but we had some really good sized fish. I heard several people say they had either caught their biggest grouper or biggest mutton of their life that trip. I ended up with 20 muttons to go along with my scamp and my two little blackfins.
Another great job by outstanding Captains and crew of the Yankee Capt.
Here are a couple pics of a few back at the house. First a couple 12 pounders and then a pic of the 17 and 15.