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With the beautiful weather
conditions teasing me
all evening Tuesday
night, I had
no choice but
to call and
beg for the
day off. After
it was granted
to me, Bundy
decided to head
down early in
the morning and
secure a location,
as I still
had to attend
a meeting until
11am. When I
finally got down
to Bundy's
spot at about
the 30, he
had caught some
trout and reds
and had a
few runs, but
no hookups.
The
weed looked like
it was rolling
in pretty good
so we packed
up his stuff
and ran south
a few more
miles until we
hit the motherlode
of birds working
frantically offshore.
I
tore the kayak
off my truck,
loaded up with
some spoons and
was off in
a matter of
seconds. When I
got to the
birds I slung
a spooner into
the boiling water
and it was
immediately smashed by
a fat bonita.
He towed me
around for a
bit, then he
got the gaff
and the beat
down once on
the yak. Cast
number two produced
the same result,
and another bonita
lay bleeding profusely
in my yak.
Due to some
complications in yak
flotation(one of
my flush mount
rod holders fell
off and I
was sinking) and
the blood that
was filling up
the yak, I
headed in to
get Bundy and
empty my yak
for round two.
We headed
back out in
search of more
bait, but the
birds and bonita
moved farther offshore,
and I wasn't willing to
risk my yak
that far out.
Shark rods were
soon deployed and
it wasn't
too long before
Bundy gets hooked
up. A short
fight yields him
a nice little
5'6" blacktip
Two runs
later I land
this little booger.
5'1" blacktip:
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