The phone won't stop ringing.
Even viscious e-mails. All kinds of complaints - even
threats to cancel their subscriptions. "How come I didn't
get the Wed. Report" "Why am I off the list?" "What have I
done wrong?" etc, etc, etc. Well, the truth of the matter is
that there is (was) no Wednesday report this past week
because I had to go to the airport and pick up an
out-of-town guest - my Mother's other son, Alan, coming in
from St. Louis for his annual crack at those that inhabit
the deep blue seas.
Therefore, today's Sunday report
is a summary of both the Thursday and Saturday reports.
Confused? Next week it will be a Thursday report and you
won't want to miss that one. Wednesday? La Jolla and the
Top-of-the-9 are not that far and might be worth the effort.
Thursday, with Alan in tow,
Geoff Halpern, Harry Okuda and I decided to go Paddy hopping
(with a little hoping thrown in) and load up on Dodos and
YTs. The plan was to head south and try to find some virgin
kelp that had not been hammered already. But Harry came up
with some hot dope about Marlin activity at the '43. (Sport
Boat got one and had many jig bites.) Sounded too good to
pass up so we went west instead of south. We did get some
bait which turned out to be the worst batch of sardines we
have seen all year, but there were enough nice ones to get
us by. The ride waas a little bumpy, but not rough and
Summary: we spent the morning
covering the 43 and all parts east and west, north and south
- for nothing. No birds, no bait, no kelp paddies, no bites,
and no fish of any kind. Decision time came down to working
to the 289, 181, back to the 182 or down to the 302. The one
decision - it seems to have turned out - was the couldof,
shouldof, mightof, and didn't option - continue west along
the top of the canyon towards Clemente. I suspect that the
fish that we had heard of on the 43 had done just that and
we will hear (already have heard) of fish there. On Friday
someone got two reportedly 1 mile off of Pyramid Head. And
on Saturday another taken at the Mackeral Bank. These are
the ones we heard of.
Anyway, with the 302 relatively
close to home we headed in that direction. Half way there we
were diverted by a Coast Guard helicopter that hovered over
us creating quite a breeze along with spray until I turned
on channel 16. They than "suggested" that we change course
to the NE rather than SE because of some navy live ammo
activities. It seemed imprudent not to take their advice and
up towards the 182 we went. A report from a friend about
being "bit" at the 182 spurred us on. Of course, arriving
there - nada. About 2 miles inside of the high spot we
finally found a kelp paddy and managed to pull one Dorado
and 1 Yellowtail out. And that's the report for Thursday.
was for work and shopping. Staturday was to be our kelp
hopping experience. This time the crew consisted of brother
Alan, son, Dr. Ken and Tom, a friend of Ken's. This time the
bait was much better. At gray light we found a nice paddy on
top of the 302 and pulled a nice YT out of it. We then
proceded down past the 230 and 371 in the general direction
of the 390. Beautiful weather and 72.5 degree blue water.
Hours went by and no sign of kelp. But the usual radio
reports of limiting out on dodos, wide open on YT, etc No
mention of tuna. But we did find scattered seiners and at
least 6 tuna holding pens being pulled here and there. -
some in, some out. East of the 390 we spotted a small skiff
stopped and noted that they were regularly pulling on fish.
I called and they had had 3 open water jig strikes on Dorado
and had a large school around them. They called us in and
getting closer we manged to get one nice bull Dodo on
bait. When that shut off we went into a "box the area"
routine working west toward the 390. Reports came in that
there was a very sharp temp break from 72 to 68. So we
didn't go that far. Working around we finally limited out on
the Dodos (2 per person for a total of 8) and finished with
3 YT. We actually found several kelps in the area, but
managed only the 2 YT from them.
course, we pulled the big lures, but saw nothing of what we
were hoping for. At the end of the day was a report that a
friend, on the way to Clemente, found a sleeper at 0550 half
way between the 178 and 182. It took a bait and they
released the fish. With that much adrenalin circulating they
decided to stay local and did see a tailer later in the day.
So we had nice weather, decent fishing, food for the table
and lots to eat.
Wednesday? Stay tuned and don't forget to look for the