Day started slow...picked up four rats following mullet and then nothing for the next couple hours. Managed two more rats and figured I'd call it a day. Heading in crossing the bay I saw a couple birds working so went to check them out. I came across the largest pod of reds I have seen in West Bay. Reminded me of how they do on the lower laguna. Had to be over a 100 and it sure looked like every one of them was a bull. As they approached I threw into them and immediately hooked up. Put the rod on the rod holder and threw number two. Same result and in the rod holder. Rod three...same thing. Have three on so grabbed rod #1 and started bringing him in. Line #2 went slack so I put #1 back in the holder and starting reeling in #2 to get it back out because I was in the middle of a sea of freaking bulls. I didn't get far and I saw a stupid jack grab it. Not wanting to deal with him I placed it in the rod holder and went back to rod #1. Got 1 and 3 in and both fish were 35" or so. As I was taking the second red off I had a SNAP and looked over to see my rod and reel both getting pulled in. Stupid jack destroyed my rod holder...just shredded the dang thing.
Try to catch up to them again but my trolling motor would not keep up. Circled down around them and hooked up one more time. Then the show was over.
All in all that last pod was about one hour worth of fighting fish so I am super pleased but my hatred for jacks just grew. If you come across a dumb jack tugging a rod and reel (currado no less) kill him for me.
Try to catch up to them again but my trolling motor would not keep up. Circled down around them and hooked up one more time. Then the show was over.
All in all that last pod was about one hour worth of fighting fish so I am super pleased but my hatred for jacks just grew. If you come across a dumb jack tugging a rod and reel (currado no less) kill him for me.
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