I took a friend out Wednesday evening for a short fishing trip at 19 knots winds with gust to 22 knots at the time we were in the water. I was fine and trying to maintain my deep drop line in search of Silvermouths or any great tasting deep water fish in our Marianas Pond.However, the trip had to be cut short. With only 2 drops under my belt and three (3) 2 lbs kale kale, I had to head back. Why? Why so soon?
Well, my fishing partner got sick. He freaked out as well seeing 9 foot swells coming towards the aft of the boat as we were in idle and drifting with the winds. I turn to see the depth finder and yell its time to drop. As I look back, I see his face. His eyes glistening as if tears are in them. His body movement swayed with the rocking of the boat in the high swells. His one arm holding on to the support rail for the cover and his head turns over towards the edge of the boat and spewing vomit out the side.
Chum for those fish nearby I thought, but hey, I am not that mean. I told him lets pick up and head home. Instead of saying we are leaving because he is sick, I told him we are leaving because there was too much current. In fact, the current was strong and pulled out about 1K of line on 650 feet drop, but thats how it goes.
So leche' 10-11 or 21 as I want my therapy I guess it will not happen this weekend... Ugh!
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