With family over in Miami, today was a perfect day to go on a fishing trip I had been planning for a while. My uncle Shlome and aunt Annette were in town and, with time on our hands, we went on a charter with Chasin Finz, one on which I had previously caught fish with Dod Shlome a few years ago. The three of us and my brother Jacob got on board in Hollywood at around 8 AM, eager to head out and catch some fish. The weather was perfect, with sunny skies and temperature in the low 80s. The boat had been renovated since Shlome and I had last been on it. Captain Josh was not on the boat this time, but Captain Peter and deckhand Nick were awesome.
We spent the day trolling with strips of baitfish and spoons on 4 lines; two attached to outriggers, and two with planers that kept the bait deeper that were set up on the stern. We were trying to catch whatever would bite, but specifically were expecting fish like Blackfin Tuna, Wahoo, and Sailfish, as winter is the best time to catch them in Miami. However, there is always the possibility of catching other fish like Mahi Mahi, which are generally better in the summer. While the conditions were nice for us on the boat - the water wasn't even rocky at all - it was a slow day of fishing. When trolling, you drive the boat while pulling bait through the wake in the back of the boat. Because of this, we spent most of the time playing the waiting game. We were not the only ones not catching fish, either; there were lots of boats on the water that morning, but nobody was reporting any catches on the radio. Captain Peter's spots are, like most charter captains, tested by time. With the time we had this morning, we were going to drive north in zig zags over ledges; fish are often found under them, waiting for unwitting baitfish to swim over them while they hide next to the ledge. We spent the day doing this, but found no luck. We were marking fish on the radar, but they just were not biting.
At the end of the trip, we decided to make a pass by a large shipping vessel in hopes of finding any fish underneath it. Lots of fish from all over the food chain are often attracted to any kind of structure they could find, so we were hopeful that we'd be able to erase the skunk at this vessel. Sure enough, while Basket Case by Green Day started playing on the speaker (a song that was stuck in my brother's head), the reel started to go off. I took the rod and steadily reeled in the fish. It was a False Albacore! They are also called Little Tunny or Bonita (not to be confused with Atlantic Bonito). While not a big fish, and generally not regarded as a quality eating fish despite being a part of the Tuna family (it's bloody and has a fishy taste - it takes much more effort to take good meat from the fish), it was a fun catch. We were at least going to finish the trip on a high note, and with a new species for me.
All in all, it was a very fun trip with both Dod Shlome and Doda Annette (and my brother), who I appreciate having taken me fishing for years before I got my drivers license. Since one lives in LA and one in Miami, we never had the opportunity to go fishing together before. While it's a shame we couldn't come away with the Mahi, Blackfin Tuna, or Sailfish that we really wanted, we each had a great time on a perfect morning to be out on the water with Chasin Finz - with a cool False Albacore to boot.
My friend Davis and I have been backed up with college applications, so we hadn't been able to go fishing since the Summer. However, with the weather turning and some applications out of the way, we found a time during Thanksgiving break to head down to Key Biscayne to see what we could catch. The weather was absolutely perfect, blue skies and in the 70s. We bought three dozen live shrimp at Arky's on the way there, and set up on a dock that we were lucky to have to ourselves.
Because of the break, there were many boats coming out of the harbor which probably scared off the fish; we were on the dock just next to the entrance. Even though the fishing was slow, however, we had a great time enjoying the area and discussing life, the upcoming Eagles - Giants game, and college. The whole time, I couldn't stop thinking about how appreciative I am of living and growing up in such a place as Miami - I had been texting my cousin Ben, who said that it was 40 degrees and windy in New Jersey. Meanwhile, I was outside enjoying Biscayne Bay.
About 20 minutes into the trip, I hooked up on a strong fish that immediately pulled my line under the dock. I lowered my rod so that the line would not break off on the dock, but my drag was too tight anyways and the fish got away with my hook. We tried to hook up on that mystery fish again, but had no such luck.
I was the first one to catch a fish. Dropping a shrimp down between two rocks near the dock, I felt a few nibbles and then, after 15 seconds or so I reeled in and felt a tug. The tug was not consistent, and at first I thought I had a rock. But as I kept going, the erratic tugging persisted and I pulled in a type of Parrotfish. I am still searching which type, to see if it is a new species. It had red streaks all over - a nice colored fish. We unhooked it and let it go. Soon after, I caught another Parrotfish from the same place. I knew it was when I was reeling it in because it fought in the same exact way. (Edit: after researching, I believe it is a Redtail Parrotfish)
Over the next few hours, Davis caught a Schoolmaster, Porkfish, and Nurse Shark from the same spot. All very cool fish. There was not much biting, but we caught enough to be satisfied with a nonetheless very fun day on the water. We packed up and went to get lunch after about 2 hours of fishing, satisfied with the fish we caught and especially the time we had spent.
Whenever I am in Los Angeles, my busy uncle Shlome, my brother, and and I try to find time to go fishing together on a party boat. Something normally goes wrong, but we always end up having a great time on the water. We woke up at 3 AM, eager to hit the water. Despite early complications with another boat, we ended up going on the Sport King out of San Pedro. It was a 3/4 day trip from 6 AM to around 5 AM. We baited up at the live bait station near the inlet of the marina, which is common at California ports, and set out. That is one of the many interesting differences between east coast and west coast fishing. The weather was nice all trip. While it was rather cooler in the morning, it got warmer as the day went on. The skies were sunny and overcast at different points in the day. While I am used to the the frequent changes in conditions being from Miami, what surprised me most was the lack of rain with the presence of the clouds. I'll take it. The weather is almost always nice in southern California.
The trip started with the long drive out to Catalina Island. This is one of the biggest differences between the fishing in Miami and SoCal; in Miami, reefs and the gulfstream are so close to the shore that fishing spots are need not be more than an hour away. Here, the drive out was over two hours. It was worth it, however. We had some great conversations on the way and, anticipating the arrival, set up the rods with just a single hook with no weight with Palomar knots. The primary fishing method on these boats is fly lining a live bait with no weight at all. The use of the Palomar knot is recommended in South California. It's a local knot, and it was funny to see and hear the reactions of the local deckhands when hearing about the uni and clinch knots often used in Miami.
We were planning to go to Catalina Island in pursuit of Yellowtail, Calico Kelp Bass, Bonito, and more, but when we got close to the island we were told that the plans had changed because the captain had heard a call about Tuna being caught nearby. Jacob was unhappy about this news because he was looking forward to dropping cut bait near the island for lots of fish to take home. Clearly he is a quantity over quality fisherman. Although Shlome and I were happy with that type of fishing, we were excited to hear about the opportunity to catch a big fish, especially one that had eluded us an a different trip before. We turned west and went towards an area with lots of boats, where we could see the Tuna being caught. The Bluefin Tuna run, which comes here during the summer, has been exceptional in recent years, much to the surprise of locals who have fished the area for years. Given the small amount of people on the boat, meaning more space, we were well equipped to catch these fish. Everyone on board had conventional reels, which was apparently better for the Tuna. The three of us, who are still learning the ropes of this type of fishing, didn't get the memo; we had spinning gear. Regardless, when we saw the first boil (the schools of Tuna busting baitfish on the surface, causing commotion and white foam to look like the water is boiling), we got set and casted out. We fly lined the live bait, hooked through the "nose" most of the time. The plan was to keep enough tension on the line to feel the baitfish swim and to let out line slowly with the bail open. We made sure to always have a lively fish on the hook, and to change it out when it starts to slow down.
Soon after the first few boils, the captain said that the fish were deeper down in the water column. We then hooked the fish in the back half, on the bottom. This way the bait would swim down, and away from the pressure. It worked. Sure enough, a Tuna took the bait and took off on a huge run. The fish put up a great fight. After tiring the fish out for a few minutes, the Palomar knot held up and the fish was gaffed and brought on board. We caught a Bluefin Tuna! It was a really cool catch. Jacob was especially happy because it was his first Tuna. The three of us were ecstatic to be on the board, and able to bring such a good eating fish home. It was a very fun fight.
We spent about the first 3 fishing hours looking for Tuna. Towards the end, before we left, Dod Shlome hooked up on a Tuna that went on a huge run before taking the hook off. It once agai8n reminded us of the power and strength of the Bluefin Tuna. The palomar knot on that rod was not very strong because it was made by one of us before we had much practice. Anyways, the boat then turned back to Catalina Island to go for some other types of fish.
The island, formed from tectonic uplift along with the other Channel Islands, was beautiful. The colors of the rocks and the water, as well as the coves, caves, and mountains on the island served as a great backdrop to the fishing and really made me appreciate being where I was. As for the fishing itself, Dod Shlome and I kept the same rigs with live bait while my brother tried a dropper loop rig at the bottom with cut squid. We spent the rest of the day at two spots on the southeast side of the island trying to catch whatever we could. The fish were biting right away. I was, again, one of those who hooked up.
The fight with the Yellowtail or Bonito, a smaller but hard fighting type of Tuna, lasted a few minutes. Much like the fight with the Bluefin, I had to play the fish and wait for the right time to reel in so that the tension wasn't strong enough to snap the line. Unfortunately, the knot ended up failing and the fish swam off to fight another day. This loss stung BAD, especially knowing that it would have been my 400th lifetime catch. It was a reminder and a lesson that you can't win them all. I will be sure to practice my palomar knot before coming back to fight these quality fish again.
Our luck changed about 20 minutes later. Jacob, who had been feeling nibbles for a while, finally hooked up on a fish. He called me over and we reeled the fish in. We caught a Calico/Kelp Bass! It was my 400th! We were all really happy about the achievement, and it's not one that I will forget. The Kelp Bass holds a special place in my heart; it was one of the first fish I ever caught, my first in Los Angeles, when I caught it with my aunt Annette on the Santa Monica Pier. After identifying the fish perfectly because of the research I had done when my interest in the sport was growing, I got the idea of starting this blog with the help of Doda Annette. I could not have been happier with the Kelp Bass being my 400th fish.
I almost hooked up one more time before we left. Another Bonito bit my bait while I left the rod resting on the bar, and it would have pulled the whole rod over if I had not picked it up in time. The bait came out very soon after, and when I reeled in the hook, I saw that the bait was chopped in half by the fish. It was never hooked. We were also hindered at the island by the many seals that would steal bait and scare off fish. Despite this, the three of us were happy with the result. We had a great time out on the water catching fish and bringing home some great dinner. We also learned a lot more about the fishing in this area. The fact that one learns something new every time they go out, whether they catch fish or not, and that it takes a lot of trial and error and learning for success are some of the things that I love most about fishing. On of the most interesting things we saw on this trip was when a fisherman near us who was fishing with lighter gear for Bass hooked up on an elusive Yellowtail. The fish took off on an unstoppable run, peeling all of the line off the reel until there was a loud snap; the fisherman was spooled and lost all the line on the reel. The Yellowtail is on my bucket list, and I one day hope to catch one of them.
Instead of the regular fish tacos, we pan seared the Tuna coated with everything bagel seasoning, which tasted great. It was an awesome way to cap off an amazing fishing trip with some really cool people. I just love fishing.
