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Registered in the Pirates tournament; Lane and I fished hard Friday night, Sat. and Sunday. Fought the wind and waves after midnight Fri., all day Sat & Sat. night, and Sunday morning.
Lane scored first Sat. evening with a decent speck. And, after a looong time, wham, my line bowed and the fight was on. I had just respooled with good line so I felt confident, but this is a tournament so take care. (Lane had caught a 33" redfish earlier in the day, but set him free - of course.) I foughtthis fisharound the boat and pilings for a good 15 minutes, finally got him on board. Whew! Out with the legal stick - 26 1/2", andniiiiiice looking red. OK;late, tired and sleepy - headed for the dock. Back at home, fish on ice and a few hours sleep. Checked weather report for Sunday before turning in and the prediction was for 15-20 knot winds, 3-4 ft swells in the bay. No way!
Decided not to get up at daybreak, so at a decent time of 7 AM Lane and I decided to forgo the boat today and fish the small pier at Bob Sykes. (I measured the red again in the daylight on a more reliable ruler before heading out to fish, right at 27" - but legal by my measure.) Feeling good.
Lane hooked up on a flounder and I met with a small spanish. Now, if we were unscrupulous as some might believe, we would combine our catch and have a slam. But, we weigh our own catch - EVERYTIME. Anyway, 1:00PM Sunday afternoon and we need to head to the weigh-in. I measured my Red again - 27"; got the neighbor to measure it - 27". Feeling good.
Got to the weigh-in and Lane weighed her catch- sorry, no bells. I weighed the spanish - no bell. Pull out the Red and Robert Turpin measured - hmm, too close to call. Get the official scientific micro-measure. D#$^&*(*( ,
the fish had grew to 27 1/8" :sick I couldn't believe it. I was crushed, and Lane had already spent the money.:boo
But, I have to give Mr. Turpin credit for being an absolute professional, for taking the time to accomodate me and show me, very patiently, how the measure works - how it was broken down etc. (He could have taken my questioning personal, but he didn't) "Thanks Mr. Turpin" bowdown. I hope no one would ever think that I might try to slide one by anyone. First off I am too much of a stickler for going by the rules - ask Lane, and second, I would be, and I AM, sooooo embarrassed to weigh an illegal fish.blush: I'm sorry!
So back home, disappointed, sleep deprived, and feeling guilty all at the same time; I decided to spend a little time on another hobby - Tequila! It takes practice. And for some reason I can never remember;
1st round -suck the lime, lick the salt and shoot Jose? that's not right.
2nd round -suck the salt, lick the lime, and shoot Jose? still not right.
3rd round - lick the lime, %uck the salk, and shoot Jose. Getting closer.
4th round - forget the lime,forget thesalt, shoot Jose. poor guy.
After all is said and done; Size DOES matter!
Next time!
Lane scored first Sat. evening with a decent speck. And, after a looong time, wham, my line bowed and the fight was on. I had just respooled with good line so I felt confident, but this is a tournament so take care. (Lane had caught a 33" redfish earlier in the day, but set him free - of course.) I foughtthis fisharound the boat and pilings for a good 15 minutes, finally got him on board. Whew! Out with the legal stick - 26 1/2", andniiiiiice looking red. OK;late, tired and sleepy - headed for the dock. Back at home, fish on ice and a few hours sleep. Checked weather report for Sunday before turning in and the prediction was for 15-20 knot winds, 3-4 ft swells in the bay. No way!
Decided not to get up at daybreak, so at a decent time of 7 AM Lane and I decided to forgo the boat today and fish the small pier at Bob Sykes. (I measured the red again in the daylight on a more reliable ruler before heading out to fish, right at 27" - but legal by my measure.) Feeling good.
Lane hooked up on a flounder and I met with a small spanish. Now, if we were unscrupulous as some might believe, we would combine our catch and have a slam. But, we weigh our own catch - EVERYTIME. Anyway, 1:00PM Sunday afternoon and we need to head to the weigh-in. I measured my Red again - 27"; got the neighbor to measure it - 27". Feeling good.
Got to the weigh-in and Lane weighed her catch- sorry, no bells. I weighed the spanish - no bell. Pull out the Red and Robert Turpin measured - hmm, too close to call. Get the official scientific micro-measure. D#$^&*(*( ,
the fish had grew to 27 1/8" :sick I couldn't believe it. I was crushed, and Lane had already spent the money.:boo
But, I have to give Mr. Turpin credit for being an absolute professional, for taking the time to accomodate me and show me, very patiently, how the measure works - how it was broken down etc. (He could have taken my questioning personal, but he didn't) "Thanks Mr. Turpin" bowdown. I hope no one would ever think that I might try to slide one by anyone. First off I am too much of a stickler for going by the rules - ask Lane, and second, I would be, and I AM, sooooo embarrassed to weigh an illegal fish.blush: I'm sorry!
So back home, disappointed, sleep deprived, and feeling guilty all at the same time; I decided to spend a little time on another hobby - Tequila! It takes practice. And for some reason I can never remember;
1st round -suck the lime, lick the salt and shoot Jose? that's not right.
2nd round -suck the salt, lick the lime, and shoot Jose? still not right.
3rd round - lick the lime, %uck the salk, and shoot Jose. Getting closer.
4th round - forget the lime,forget thesalt, shoot Jose. poor guy.
After all is said and done; Size DOES matter!
Next time!
.. 1/8" is "way" to big.
