Well, finally got out to the floaters in the new family truckster. I had my nephew, Karl, in from Wisconsin (Wes-c0n-sin) and managed to entice Anthony (AKA ajlsro) to come along to show the dairy farmer how to harvest YFT. We got a little late start out of SS Marina but we were able to get to Sunrise right before sunset to get our bait. Once we filled both bait wells we headed for the happy hunting grounds. We heard that there we some backwards upside down hat wearing ingins hanging out at Pun-panng so we gave them a shout when were close but they must have been busy catching since no return on our smoke signals. We got to Nancen at 11ish with no other boats and the tuna were busting all over the top. Anthony and the "cheese head" got to working them over with jigs and poppers. The old man (me) felt the cool air coming out of the helm vent indicating that the cabin was just right for stasis until the morning bite so I left the night to the two young'uns.
I got up around 4:30 and blood was everywhere - I love the smell of blood in the morning. The young'uns looked beat and nephew had apparently decided to ice skate on the bloody deck which ended with a mild ankle sprain. So, I encouraged him to take the old man's verticle position in the cabin and elevate his foot. Shortly thereafter the seasoned YFT predator decided to rest his eyes for a bit. I took the post and as the sun began to wake the tuna began to sleep (full moon) - no early morning bite. It was a beautiful sunrise for sure and after a 1 hour nap Anthony emerged ready to pursue the blue suit. We set up the live baits and bumped our way around the massive cigar lighter. Nephew came on deck to navigate while we pulled the marlin crack: however, no suits came to the party
So, we went to circle the other rig/spar/floater/lighter/oilymajiggy called Pun-panng with pretty much the same outcome.
Then off to Tequila where we were joined by the world famous BB Trap; however, even with their company we were unable to raise a suit.
So what to do now???? The seasoned YFT predator decided to set his sights on a long-tailed seabass and guess what - his cross hairs were on target. He produced a substantial specimen which just missed the Texas record by 1/10 of pound - Dag gum it!!!! Thought about snapper fishing for a second but that's about it. Got back to the docks and wrapped it up.
A good time was had by all and I am going to have the pleasure of eating the 2nd largest Texas long-tailed seabass. Nephew got on the plane this morning with a cooler of YFT roasts and instructions on how to prepare. I have a feeling that the YFT will be served with fried cheese curds, an Old Milwaukee, and rubarb pie for desert. Oh well, whatever floats your boat! Thanks Anthony for showing Karl how its done and here's to next time.