The bait we were using was squid.
So Joe baited his and my line, and when the captain said OK, everyone dropped their lines. My line had no sooner got to the bottom and I got a hit. The fish was giving me a good fight (for my weak girl arms), and I finally got it to the surface and Joe helped me pull it on board. I called "fish up" and the deck hand came over and said, "take a quick look because it has to be thrown back in"! What I thought. He told me it was a Red Snapper, and they had to be thrown back in. I found out later that this boat didn't have permits for Red Snappers. ( If you take the 8 hour trip, you can keep 2 Red Snapper- but the cost for that trip is $50 more). It was the biggest fish that I got that day, and I didn't even get a picture of it. Dang. It probably weighed around 5 lbs or better. Joe caught a Red Snapper also (not as big as mine), and had to throw it back also. Joe baited me up again, and I threw my line in, only to get another hit and I started to reeling it in. Fish up! The deck hand came over and he took off my fish, a Vermillion Snapper ( much smaller than my fist fish) and he threw it into our bucket. I asked Joe to bait me up and I got a look that let me know he was tired of not being able to fish because he was baiting me up all the time. I went over to the squid bucket and got a slimy squid and told myself I had to man up and do it myself or Joe would not get to fish. As I pieced the squid onto the hook, a big gush of liquid squirted and ran down my shirt and jacket sleeve. All day I smelt like squid Yuck! Joe caught a couple of small Vermillion Snappers, then the captain told us to pull up our lines because we were moving. Why? We were catching fish! The next spot was not so good. We got several fish that were too small. Joe had two small fish on his line once (our line had 2 hooks on them to bait), but they had to be thrown back. I got several also but they were too small and were thrown back. When we put our lines down, it went down 110 feet. Every time you had to reel it back in, it took forever to get it to the surface. I was exhasted after my first two fish, but I kept fishing. Each time the line went down you would feel hits in minutes, so it was a constant reeling it in from 110 feet. Most of the time they were too small, or no bait on them because the fish had taken the bait. The captain told us to bring our lines in again because everyone was getting too small of fish. The third spot was better than the second, but not as good as the first spot. At our 3rd stop, Joe said he didn't feel good, but he kept fishing. After 10 minutes he said he didn't feel good and put his pole in the holder and went to the middle of the boat. I kept fishing but everything I got had to be thrown back. The captain made the last call and told everyone we had to pull our lines up in one minute. I went over to Joe and he was white as a ghost. His hands were shaking. I knew he just wanted to throw up, but he was holding it back. We had spent 2 hours fishing, and now it was another 2 hours back to shore. I didn't know how Joe was going to make it. After about 20 minutes Joe started to feel better. |