Eventful/ heartbreaking Days of Fishing

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Sorry in advance for the long winded post but last weekend at the Sewer was the most eventful/ heartbreaking days of fishing I have ever had.

I hit the water at 6am on Saturday and quickly made bait near the boat launch and started trolling. After a while I made it to the lighthouse. The water was calm and the wind hadn’t picked up so I decided to try my luck on the outside of the break wall. After about a half mile something big hit my bait. The fish fought hard for about a minute and the popped off. When I got my line to the surface I could see that one of the hooks on the treble had broken off.

Determined to make up for the fish I lost, I quickly retied and set out another greenback. With no one around I decided test out some new gear and practice fly lining for an upcoming La Jolla trip. Not long after, the fly lined greenback got hammered. Now my rod is fully racked and the fish is heading into the kelp. The inevitable happened and the fish got tangled in the kelp. After a few minutes of trying to get it out, my other line fishing the bottom gets slammed and also runs into the kelp. With two big fish in the kelp I decided to focus on one rod and hope for the best. After another minute with two rods fully racked, I felt the line (brand new 65lb Spectra) in my hand pop. I transferred my attention to my other line and as soon as I touched that line, it broke off. Now I was certain that today just wasn’t my day. But after a few expletives I quickly got some new lines in the water. After an hour of nothing, I get picked up and finally get a fish landed; my first Bonito.



Now feeling a little better I set out another greenback. A few minutes later I got hooked up again and landed a nice hali. I was planning on C&R everything today but it swallowed the trap hook, so this one made it to the dinner table.



When I got home that night I was still juiced on how good the bight was and really wanted to bet back out there and see if I could catch what hit my fly line. Exhausted from the long day of fishing I decided to head out Sunday at 7am. I got to the outside and started fly lining greenbacks. After an hour I got hooked up and once again the fish ran into the kelp. This time I was able to muscle the fish to the surface and pull out my PB Calico. With fish from the day before, this one made it back out to fight another day.