Well; umbrella's and rainbows sure seem to go together
, but these umbrella's were wire with shassy shads attached to them. Saturday, November 24th was a very windy day. The forcast called for 20mph winds and gusts to 30
. We called our party the night before and offered them a different day, but they had come from Pittsburg Pa. to have Thanksgiving with some relative in the area and couldn't rebook.
I got to the boat at 5:30am to get all the tackle ready and the big flag at Herrington harbor was ripping. I took out my bibs from my backpack and changed into them
. The party arrived about 6:15 and we cast off lines at 6:30am. The wind was out of the NNW and as we headed out of Deale. We were crossing the waves and when the wake from the boat met the crest of the whitecaps, a violent interaction took place. The white froth was picked up by the wind and blown sideways behind the boat. The plastic side curtains were a blessing on the way out.
One or two of the men in the party were beginning to get real quiet. This is normally a sure sign that their stomachs were beginning to churn. A couple of them were wearing their Pittsburg Steelers apparel, so I didn't really give a crap
.
Because of the weather, I couldn't put out boards. I ran 9 boat rods (all umbrella's). The first fish hit early. A whopping 23 inch fish was put in the box
. Not only couldn't we run boards, but we had to pretty much run N and S because of the waves. We were hindered from circling back on good marks because of our N/S patteren.
I normally stay out back on the deck and let the customers congregate in the nice warm cabin with John, but after a couple hours of trolling, my butt muscle (I know, make a joke here) started shaking uncontrollably. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop shaking. I gave in and went inside.
Capt John usually brings food for the party and he had his usual smoked bluefish out. I noticed he also had brought something new today because of the weather. He had turkey chilli cooking on the stove
.
I normally don't eat anything provided for the customers, but I guess the way I looked at that hot chilli, made John ask if I wanted a cup. I took a big cup and warmed the insides of my old bones.
Back outside I went to tend the lines. One of the party had to go below to use the head, and when he went inside, he began to get sick (if you can't focus on the horizon, your equilibrim gets out of wack faster). Next thing I notice is someone out back with me puking his guts out over the side. Damn; I could have had his chilli
. He wasn't the only one who pitched his cookies that day. One other customer started to vie for space on the rail
.
We managed to box another fish about the same lenght and that was it for the day. We have been advising the party of the poor fishing lately and rebooking for later this season if they so desire. As a matter of fact, I'm home typing this because the party we had for today has taken a later date.
As we ran back to Deal, the sun had started to peek through the some of the overcast clouds and the spray behind the boat was picked up and cast in the wind. As we would hit a wave, it would blow sideways and the sun would catch it and a rainbow would appear behind the stern.
It wasn't a good day fishing, but most of the party still had a good time eating smoked bluefish, chilli, crabcakes, and pie for desert. The ones with good stomaches finished off a good deal of beer and everyone was happy when we finally got back to the dock.
I spent a good while getting the salt off the boat and the tackle. We had another party headed back out early Sunday morning (If the fishing didn't pick up; at least the weather would be better
.
I think my head hit the pillow at 8pm and the alarm went off at 4am Sunday morning. Back at it again, would the fish cooperate today? Every day is different and every party brings a new hope and energy to the days fishing.
5th (Marty)