Mtnhunter1
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Great story telling with awesome photos to boot! Congrats on downing a beautiful ram and thank you for sharing the adventure.
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8.5Congrats! Any pics of him from the front? What did you age him at?
Numbers and scores, would I rather shoot a 200” ram on day one or a 180” on day 20, or a 160 on day 30 with these friends?
Well done. Start to finish. mtmuley
Me too without registering. Well poopWTF seems I can’t get the last part of the fish story
Sorry about that, i pasted it below.Me too without registering. Well poop
I posted a reply in this thread with the end of the story.WTF seems I can’t get the last part of the fish story
I posted a reply in this thread with the end of the story.
Oh awesome!!! Thanks!!Sorry about that, i pasted it below.
DOES THIS STORY EVER END…
Captain says we off to Mag Bay to make bait and headed for the Lower Banks to hunt cows. Wait, what, am I ready for this? Remember what Tony said?
I always wanted to see Mag Bay. Well guess what, in the dark you don’t see much. We struggle to catch macks. We get some, enough. Head for the banks to arrive in gray light
We have 3 days to fish the Banks. Reports are the fish are coming through once a day. We arrive to find two other SD boats anchored up. I grab my 100# set up with a 3/0 Charlie Brown hook. This big line is crazy. Any let off and it grows, not so much a backlash as bad hair. I put a weight in my pocket so I can drop it down and respool. Look at this reel wrong and BAM, bad hair. WTH
I grab a sardine (there are no big ones) and nose hook it. It is about 6 am, gray light is over. I am in the port stern corner and “deploy” my dine. I watch as it swims out but mostly down. I haven’t slept much the last few nights. I zone out, my line starts going out fast, I engage the drag…
I am hooked up, to what? A new friend, Eric, passes by and whispers, that’s the right one. Wait, what?
My rod is doubled over and I am using the rail, just like Tony coached me to . Practice is over. There is a shadow next to me, and I realize deckhand, Forest, is there to help me. Wait, what, is this it? Am I dreaming. DON’T SCREW THIS UP my brain screams. No other anglers are near me, big relief. I fight the fish up and down for 20 minutes or more. That all changes when two other anglers hooked up to schoolies go by. My fish freaks out and runs to starboard bow, Forest grabs the rod and we race toward the anchor. He turns the fish before it can round the bulwark. Romo, another deckhand shows up yelling that we are in the anchor, under the boat, aahh. But all is well and Forest hands me the rod. Romo apologizes to Forest and me and we are all good. Romo mentions this fish is green, WAIT WHAT?, my arms are getting sore.
Is this the start or the end, am I dreaming? My team coaches me on how to fight this fish. Romo shows me how to work the fish up slowly and use the swells to gain line. The fight is straight up and down. I start to wonder is this it, so close, yet so far. I read the reports, so many things can go wrong. I gain two inches and lose 20 feet, rinse and repeat. I try to enjoy it but I want this fish on deck. I can’t see over the rail. They say color and tell more deckhands to “stand by in the bow”. I think, that has to be good news. I peek over the rail, HOLY SHIT, this is it! Twenty years, THIS IS IT. Breathe………… I continue to gain and lose line. Forest has a gaff, Romo has gaff, more gaffs are coming. HOLY. CRAP. I gain some line. Forest counts down, 3, 2, 1 to the other deck hands. The beast has been gaffed! We head down the rail. Romo climbs up on the rail and coaches the 3 other deckhands. There are 4 gaffs in my fish. Wait, what, this is it. IT FRICKING HAPPENED. I later learn Joe the Photographer, captured video of the fish going from ocean to deck. Thanks Joe. THANK YOU DECKHANDS, for everything you do.
Ok great thanksI posted a reply in this thread with the end of the story.