Captain's Log: Entry 302 August 1, 2009
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| For the past two days we have been trying to get my good buddy, Timmy Couvillion on some big fish. He pulled into town from Louisiana and brought us some brand new Riffe spear guns in exchange for some good ole' fashioned fish killin' action. We finally had the types of guns that could hang in real fish combat. We scoured the coast hitting spot after spot in search of some bottom feeding dinosaurs. We did good on several occasions but never found the kill Timmy was looking for. Timmy is an ex commercial diver and has greased more than his fair share of fish. His standards are pretty high and I was skeptical we would find the slob he was looking for. Today we assembled an all-star crew and decided to hit some spots I had in my back pocket. Timmy, Jeff aka "Gorgeous George", Marc "Billboard" Brown, and myself went looking for some sea monsters. We arrived at my spot and sent Timmy, Jeff, and Marc over the side to scope it out. Right away everyone was seeing fish and freaking out. A couple of small Snapper and some Trigger Fish got speared and the boys were amping on the fish they were seeing. Then some descent size Snapper started getting whacked. Marc found a zone that a giant school of slobs kept coming by. Right about then the blood-fest began. I was driving the boat and saw Timmy come up from a dive then get drug 25 yards from where he came up. A slob Snapper had taken his gear and buried it in the rocks. He swam back to the boat with the gun, while the line was still attached to both the spear and the fish. He told me he had a 30 or so pound Snapper all stuffed up in the rocks and he wasn't sure if he could get it out. Jeff backed him up and they both went in and tried for 15 minutes to pull the monster out of the rocks. Finally they came swimming up to the boat with a full on giant. 51 lbs of fish sandwiches! From that point on the boys ran a train and kept swimming up to the boat with Snapper after Snapper. I finally decided to hand the boat over to Jeff and jump in and see if I could whack one. I pulled up on the zone and dove down. Sure enough a giant school of Snapper appeared out of nowhere. I tried to stay cool but I was just amping. I drew a bead on a big one and let the 55-inch Riffe spear loose through the water. The spear went so fast I couldn't see it, but the big slob took off dumping the reel on my gun. I grabbed the reel to stop it and got my first underwater ride by a fish. The thing took off with me like a bat out of hell. After a 25 yard ride, the fish buried itself in some rocks and kicked the bucket. Timmy jumped in and helped me out so I could dive down and yoke him out. When he came out from under the rocks, I couldn't believe the size of the thing! 41 lbs of fish dinners!!! We then realized we had to leave the school and let our honey hole chill out. Everyone on the boat including Timmy whacked their biggest Snapper to date. We immediately cracked some Toñas and started celebrating. There is just nothing like killing some monsters with your boys and celebrating over some cold beers! Oh yeah, and then we drank some (alot) of Flor de Caña! SSSUUUBBBBUUUUU!!!!!! |
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