2016: Trip #6 on the Thunderbird (2 Day)
9/8/16 - 9/10/16
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Trip #6 Report
Thunderbird Sep 8th fishing Sep 9th and 10th, 2016
Recounted by Sapphire Scribe
Full disclosure – Any resemblance to persons or events is strictly coincidental. Despite taking copious written notes (as I know mental notes are not practical with nothing to write them on) my notes went walkabout from my office. I can only hope those illegible scrawlings were not confused with a patient’s prescription or other order. The silver lining is that with time, fish always get bigger and with no written attestation, and factoring in tape conversions…well, read on. Oh, and of course fully apologies up front for any and all offensive material.
Pre-trip our President prodigiously pontificated to potential passengers of pertinent proper preparations. Fortunately for at least 11 members, they paid attention regarding bringing the heavy artillery (more on that later). Not so much regarding Luke’s admonishment to not get to the landing early as a late departure was anticipated. It appeared, Ryan Burson, Roy Patterson, Luke Burson (yes, he even skips over his emails), Ron Shrout, Carl Mckinley,Tom Hill, Randy Beebe, Stewart Finley, Steve Lenker, Brian Wynne, Andy Woodfill, Mike Trunk, Andy Sienkiewich and Charlie Sanchez didn’t get the memo, only Mike Zinniker & Bryan Upcraft apparently did. That notwithstanding, the assembled mob forwent the usual migration for south of the board cuisine and congregated at the Newport Landing Restaurant to test their happy hour offerings. The first decision of the trip was a success. Elsewise members engaged in a variant of a fantasy sport involving passengers boarding and disembarking from the whale watch trips, kibitzing with crew members and generally representing the club, carrying on.
Departure was as expected. Nicely cured ‘diens were added to the few scoops of remaining squirts. The boat was then point south for the tuna grounds. The ride south was reasonably smooth with the bumps leveled by the effects of various libations.
Sunrise brought us to within 3 to 4 miles of the border (read permit) about 20 miles offshore with a light breeze and an armada of boats, sport to fiber flies working the area like a flock of seagulls ravaging a dump. With all quiet on the trolling front (technically back / stern) Capt. Jeff (aka Shirley) diligently searched for just the right grade of fish, teasing up some here and there before stopping on a spot of tuna. We were able boat 10 nice grade, 12 to 24 # YFT before the boat traffic drove the school down. I was fortunate to go 2 for 2 casts on a jig (no wasted time at the bait tank), Mike Z & Bryan each got one. Missing my notes, I think the crew accounted for 3 (2nd ticket Andrew, Brian, & Kevin) with maybe Tommy, Brian, Andy S or Charlie accounting for the remaining 3. Conspicuously missing were the usual suspects.
Capt. Jeff puttered around the area trying to work away from the heard to no avail. In between stops we enjoyed Goofy’s “whatever is left over from dinner” breakfast burritos. He finally announced we were going to cut our losses and go for the gold, well blue i.e. Bluefin. It was really surprising the tasty temptation offer up on the kite didn’t evoke even a sniff.
The breeze steadily stiffen as we motored towards the Desperation reef area. The ride over was the most part uneventful. In route, we were treated to an up close and personal visit with a Blue whale while many members enjoyed Goofy’s bacon chicken cheese sandwiches.
We anchored up in the reef area along the 100 fathom line in the late morning / early afternoon. Steve was the only one to score and when we pulled anchor to head for shelter and finish the day calico bass fishing, his 60# class BFT was assured the day 1 patch.
Fishing the front side was a challenge as the wind was making anchoring a sketchy proposition on the favorite spots. We found a honey hole well above, but downwind of Roy’s crack. So whereas it was out of site, one could catch the occasional whiff (which was fortunate as many of us would require therapy from what was already seen on this trip). Fishing on the front was wide open with some quality fish coming over the rail. Bryan lost and regained his top Calico ranking. Luke & Bryan added a couple of yellowtails, 9# & 6.4# respectively. Everyone basically caught (and released) all the bass they wanted. (@GT – I landed the lone Blue perch).
As darkness fell, we were treated to dinner and a show. Dinner was excellent, Tri tip with steamed veggies, baked potatoes, and salad, followed by Goofy’s own Brownie cake (which was like putting hot dogs on a burger), but somehow worked. The show was a bit disturbing, as to be expected when Andy W & Mike T conspire. What started out as a relaxing evening sipping wine and after dinner beverages, swapping tails of what might have been and what tomorrow will bring while watching the crew filet the day’s catch, degraded into hideous dancing blowup dolls doing unnatural acts with the fish, and each other. Being well versed in hospital hygiene and infectious disease protocol, I was tempted to slide my catch overboard. The rail was to be a hazardous location with incoming flying fish preferring the deck over the dogs.
Recap of day one carnage: 10 YFT, 1 BFT, 2YT, Calico – Limit fishing with a new club leader (well the same one with a bigger fish), a couple goats, 1 Blue Perch
Day two was announced with the engines firing up and the sound of the anchor being retired. We motored from relative shelter to the reef adjacent area along the 100 fathom line in the predawn darkness of a blustery morning.
The anchor was redeployed. However, few ventured out on deck as the previous day on the spot had been slow. This day, it was the anglers who were to be slow as many remained in their bunks. That respite was short-lived as Tommy, then Ryan were on fish, serious fish, mean nasty, get the women and children out of the street, gonna hurt you and find your family and hurt too mean. As I emerged from the rack to check out the pandemonium, Mike Z got hooked while Tommy and Ryan were putting the finishing touches on their game. In no particular order (remember my notes are history), Bryan, Carl, Ron, Charlie, Brian & I hooked up, and yeah, Ryan was on his 2nd one. There were several more hooked, but lost. I was not in a position to take notes as I was otherwise occupied.
Short personal story on my date with a Bluefin (skip this if you’re bored);
It started with me lamenting that I had a daytime color flatfall and the majority of hookups were on the glow in the dark models. Mike Z handed me his rod with the right stuff ready to rock (I’m not sure what % was friendship vs. recovery from his bout with a bruiser). I dropped down, it was instant bendo! The first part of the battle was routine as the fish came to the boat in fairly short order. It was at that point things started to unwind, literally. The fish must have realized this wasn’t going to end well and made another 4 long runs and 7 trips around the boat (7 trips playing with the anchor). I made lots of friends along the way. The crew did an outstanding job managing multiple massive bodies in the water and on the deck converging on each other, it was poetry in motion. At one point, Bryan’s fish and mine conspired to escape and proceed to macramé our lines. The crew made a decision Bryan’s was more manageable and cut and retied his line while the fish continued on its quest to escape. Bryan subsequently landed that fish. To me, that was the most amazing catch of the trip.
When my fish finally came to gaff, it was determined the drags were a bit loose despite being scaled the day before. That turned out to be fortunate as there were several nicks in the last 20’ of the spectra. Though it wasn’t the biggest (2nd I’m told, Ryan assured me the picture of the two of us was with his “little” one), it was a total experience to remember which would not have happened without excellent friends, fishermen and crew.
Meanwhile back on the rail……………
Capt. Jeff continued to call out individual fish location and depth as the dawn gave way to morning. Things slowed down, then ground to a halt as the sun got higher in the sky. Capt. Jeff confirmed that whereas the total numbers may not have been of the charts, we were the high count on the tunas both days.
Total carnage on the Bluefin -10 ranging from 60# - 90# class fish. Ryan’s tapped out at 87#’s and with tape conversion to actual weight was assessed to be a 92# - 93# fish and with no written record at the time of the catch, these become 100# class fish. (87#’s to be used for club tuna contention). As with the day prior, when we headed for the front side of the Island, Ryan’s BFT would stand up for the day 2 patch and leaderboard for the Club Tuna competition.
In route we had more of Goofy’s whatever is left over from dinner breakfast combo, the Tri tip worked well. Though it was technically still morning, adult beverages started to work their way onto the deck.
Once nestled up to the island on the front side, calico fishing went into full swing. Though the fish were a bit smaller than the previous day on average, it was literally a fish / cast wide open catching. Bryan having reached his fill of calico’s tried the open water for YT, but only managed a few Boneheads.
Goofy came up with yet another creation with his sliders. This was excellent grab and go cuisine, it was very tasty and one could still participate in a hot bite.
About 1:00 the anchor was pulled for the last time and the boat pointed towards the Landing. It was a sloppy crossing riding the trough from a SW swell.
All in all a fantastic trip. Everything went as planned / advertised. Many caught a fish of a lifetime, the improved amenities on the boat, perfect bait, excellent cuisine, beverages, members, crew, and preparation consultation from our President all made for an excellent experience. With no disrespect to our other Boats, in my humble opinion, we had the best crew experience one can legally have on the water; a couple of members however may have crossed that line……………
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Trip #8: Boat: Thunderbird 2 day Departs: Thursday October 3rd Fishing: October 4th, 5th Returns: October 5th pm Arriving at the dock a little later than I usually like to, the typical group as one would expect was all there. At this point I am starting to think that Hayden secretly lives at the landing, and only comes out of the shadows every couple weeks to fish with the club. It was overcast and on the cool side at the dock and I was beginning to regret only bringing shorts on the trip but figured with enough beer and maybe some stronger beverages I would find a way to stay warm throughout the trip. The fishing had either been wonderful or complete garbage the days prior, but everyone was hoping the optimistic that we would locate some hungry fish. After the standard, organized, boarding of the vessel we would call home for the next 2 days, we loaded up some great looking bait and off we went into the calm night. The plan was to head to Cherry Bank to hunt for the elusive bluefin. Our crew consisted of Carmello, Steve, and Jarid with Captains Jeff and Chris. It was my first trip without Goofy, and there was a calmness in the galley that felt very unfamiliar but also a feeling that something was missing. The forecast was absolutely wonderful with very little wind and a swell that was almost non-existent. After the guys all set their gear up, they disappeared one by one into their bunks. Day 1 - Friday Fishing began around 4am for some, with 2 bluefin being landed by Jim (81 lbs) and Ryan (87 lbs) just after 5am. Excitement was high with a couple of great grade fish coming over the rail, but we would soon lose that excitement. We continued to look for hungry schools, and look, and look…. We found several good schools swimming deep, but they would either disappear or avoid our bait like I avoid my mother-in-law. At about 1130 Captain Jeff decided it was time to take a break and drop deep for some taco meat. The rockfish grade was great with Luke pulling in the largest Salmon Grouper he had ever seen. It weighed in at 11 lbs, but I swear it looked bigger. We continued our taco quest until around 245 before resuming the look for the bluefin. We looked, and looked, and looked some more with zero success until dinner time. At this point, I figured if I wasn’t going to catch any fish I might as well catch a buzz. With a great dinner from Carmello consisting of chicken, rice, salad, the cocktails and conversations flowed into the evening until it was time to look yet again for these stupid fish. We looked, and looked, and looked some more. At some point only 4 were still standing. Jim, Cory, Ryan, and I were hanging out hoping to come across something to catch. We did our best to stay well hydrated, and that was about the only thing we were successful with late into the night. Of the 4, Ryan was the first to throw in the towel sometime around 2 or 230, I think... The remaining soldiers finally surrendered at about 315 and made our way to our bunks. Final count for the day was 2 bluefin and 52 rockfish. Day 2 – Saturday With a disappointing day 1 behind us, day 2 did not bring a change. We drove hundreds of miles looking, and looking, and looking. I think Captain Jeff was more disappointed than any of us. We sat around and ate what we could of the endless amounts of chips, which seemed to be the only snack option when people were shopping prior to the trip. On the upside, we had a great group of guys and some of the calmest seas that I have ever seen. Final count for day 2 was a big fat zero but I guess that’s the way fishing goes sometimes. We returned to a quiet dock, and disembarked with our snack size bags of rockfish, and headed home. Till next time, James Harris
Trip #7: Boat: Thunderbird 2.5 day Departs: Tuesday September 17th Fishing: September 18th, 19th Returns: September 20th am It all started on a pleasant Tuesday afternoon, Tuesday September 17th in fact. Tuesday is a fantastic day to get to the docks, because this Tuesday happened to be Taco Tuesday. Taco Tuesday is a great way to start anything of any importance, especially a fishing trip, two-dollar tacos and five-dollar margs to get things rocking while you’re still on land. This has been unscientifically proven to allow one’s sea legs to become accustomed to an imbalance of equilibrium, making for a smooth transition to the boat. We departed the dock around 8 pm with words of Tanner and Cortez slipping through the breeze and dancing upon our ears. Day 1 we arrived at Cortez bank around 5:30 am. After a night of getting rocked by large swells we awoke to a sea that was not all that happy to have us and not very willing to give up the fish. It was on the tougher side of things, but we still managed to scrape out a pretty good haul of fish. With a tally of 47 fish caught from good sized yellow tail to smaller blue fin from 20 lbs to the largest being 55 lbs caught by our Junior Angler Lucas Harris. Now, I believe, young Lucas learned a valuable life lesson on this trip, if you don’t gamble you can’t win. The next biggest fish, patch recipient, and pot was caught by Steve Sturm! Day 1 ended with a trip back to the bait barge because the bait was not great. Day 2 we arrived at Cortez bank around 5:50 am. As we were now a well-rested contingent of hardened sea slappers, everyone was extremely eager to get a line out. With rods in our hands and lines in the water, Bonita and small yellowtail began to come over the rail. After 3 hours of Bonita, El Capitan, Jeffe, decided it was time to make a move to Tanner. And this was well received. We arrived to Tanner and it began to sprinkle which was nice. At Tanner we caught yellowtail and smaller bluefin. The night bite wasn’t very bitey, El Capitan made a great effort moving multiple times to try and get us on the fish to no avail. Mr. one cast one fish, Mike Castillo caught the biggest blue fin of the day receiving the patch and pot. Light lines, small hooks and bait that was less than willing to be sacrificed in the belly of monsters make for tough fishing but it’s always great to be out on the water. Adios Brandon Lockwood
Trip #6: Boat: Thunderbird 1.5 day Departs: Thursday September 5th Fishing: September 6th Returns: September 7th am Trip 6 kicked off as it routinely does the usual suspects being at the dock, possibly before sunrise for all I know. My dad and I arrived at the dock around 2pm on Thursday with almost no traffic on the peninsula due to school being back in session. The weather at the dock was beautiful but we knew there was some wind ahead on the Tanner and Cortez Banks but that was really the only option as that’s where the fish have been basically all summer. Captain Jeff told us he wasn’t sure where we were going to start but it was going to be a bumpy ride out. After getting bait we were headed west. When we woke up, I was informed that Jeff took us to the Tanner Bank and was looking for fish. We stopped on a couple spots of fish and eventually got the anchor down and tried to get a bite going with no luck. Around 9:00 AM, we made the hour and 20-minute run to the Cortez Bank. The fishing improved once we got there but it was still a grind and we were soon anchored up in about 150 feet of water. The next 3 and a half hours were classic plunker bite fishing. Light line, small hooks and a hot bait would be rewarded with bites. There was a good mix of bluefin and yellowtail biting and the weather really improved from the ride out and was better than forecasted, but still a bit breezy. The final count for the morning was 14 Bluefin (8-15lbs), 14 Yellowtail and 4 bonito. At 1:30PM, with the bite really slowing down Jeff decided it was time to make another move towards the northwest end of Clemente; that would not only put us closer to home but get us in position for an afternoon/night bite on some better grade bluefin. With that being said most of the boat went down to get some rest. After the nap it was time to enjoy some beers in the sun on the top deck of the boat. Things got interesting when Bruce spotted bigger tuna splashing nearby. The crew jumped into action, setting up the kite and sending out flyers, while others used fly lines and sinker rigs. There were some standout moments: Hung, Bruce’s guest, landed his first bluefin on a dropshot rig with 40lb test after a tough fight and Kevin Kom quickly pulled in a solid bluefin on a 50lb fly line. Last but certainly not least, Rico worked the flyer like a pro, and at one point, we had two bait fish and two kite fish going at the same time. We had a close call when two kite fish got tangled and broke one of the fish off but when the first fish was gaffed the braid of the broken off fish was wrapped around it. Jeff and Scuba Steve jumped into action to try and save it. Jeff wrapped the braid around his shoulder and hands, and Steve spliced the line back to the rod, letting us bring in the fish. Our junior angler Lucas was pumped after the catch. This description truly doesn’t do it justice and was one of the most impressive things I’ve seen done by a crew. After the heroic save, we went a perfect 5 for 5 on 70-130 lb fish. The kite fish were caught by Mike Barton, Ron Shrout and Lucas, our junior angler. With the sun starting to set and a few hours left to fish, Jeff kept the search going while guys were having Carmelo’s pork loin and mashed potatoes in the galley. He told us we were going to have to work hard at it as the fish they had been seeing in this area was in wolf packs. The first few stops were quick as the fish that were located kept on the move. Slowly but surely, Jeff started to work away from the fleet and it paid off on the first stop. At 9PM the boat stopped on a school that was from 270’- 400’ and just as my jig got to 400’ I was able to get the first bite of the night and was able to boat it, but not before it swam off the gaff at 50 miles an hour with my reel in free spool. Shortly after that fish hit the deck, my dad was engaged in battle with a bluefin of his own and was able to make quick work of it. Micheal Harris was the next to join the party and got one on a flat fall with a little flashback to 2016 nights. They do in fact still get bit. There were a few more hooked on that stop that found eventually their freedom due to various reasons. There were a few more stops, but no bites and at midnight it was time to turn the boat back towards Newport and get some much earned rest in flat calm seas. The final count for the trip was 23 Bluefin (8 from 75-130lbs), 14 Yellowtail and 4 Bonito. Jackpot went to Kevin Kom with his fly lined 80 pound bluefin. All in all, the fishing was tough but as always this group of guys always manages to put a good score of fish together. It is always a pleasure to fish with this club and create lifetime memories. It is a highlight of my summers and look forward to it for many years to come. Tight lines, Jake Chutney
