Aquhunters.com Makahiki Fishing Tournament.
Makahiki days two and three were kind of a bust. Frustrating equipment failures and a poor planning had left me with only 10 points after day two. Hoping for a new start today, I got up at five and thought I’d sort of slowly drink my coffee and read some news, but between some bad weather news and general lethargy, I almost cancelled. The weather report was indicating the swell rising faster than last night, and I discovered that the world famous Hilo Marathon that I’d never heard of was happening at dawn today and running right down the launch path! I figured the traffic would be nuts and almost bailed, but I really wanted to test the FF and hoped that at least one of the four major Hilo launches would be available. I tumbled on down the mountain.
First choice launch was ruled out with close-out sets, so I pulled back a mile to the back-up. There were a few guys out
Kawalea (Heller’s Barracuda)- smiling
surfing it, but the channel was still clear on the smaller sets, so I tumbled on out the channel. Immediately I was in the wind, which was at about 8 knots out of the north, but was hoping the switch to east would happen sooner, rather than later, with a nice interim calm. I threw out the fake stuff and paddle hard into it for a while, and finally got to the grounds as the wind was hitting about 10 kts. The sonar started out acting ok, but then dropped out over 150′, and only got worse from there. It would still mark some bait here and there, but dropping to them 100′ down was hell in the wind, and the only time I got a nibble, my weight got cut off. I suspected it was aha or kawalea- one of which was later confirmed. The sonar was also doing some new screen glitches, and giving me temp readings of 5 to 10 degrees, so I really think the circuit board is just fried.
I decided to give up on bait and just do some laps with the minnows out, and didn’t get halfway into the first when the Saragosa started screaming in the wind. As I grabbed the rod, North Korea fired a nuclear missile from a submarine just behind me. OR SO I THOUGHT! Turns out it was an ono with my lure lodged in his jaw, and he was fairly pissed off. I fought him gently for a few minutes knowing he would soon find a way to cut through the mono leader, but alas, he did not, and with a short 10 minute fight and lucky stone shot with the kage, the beast was mine. Suddenly, I was covered in slime, but smiling.
35 lb Ono with happy fisherman.
After I got reset, I got suckered by a big bird pile another mile out. Made it out there to find nothing but aku with no interest in plastic today, so I headed back to where I was. It was hard. It took a long time. By the time I got there I was spent, but still had a good two miles back to the launch, into the wind that had never switched or relented, and my smile was long gone. As I got into the area where I had first seen bait, I watched my screen that had lost the plot, hoping for a sign of more, but there was nothing but confused interference. As I do a visual check around for any signs, I find that both my rods have fish on them without any drag being pulled. Blammo- two Kawalea, which confirmed my earlier suspicions on the damashi destruction. North Korea is off the hook for that one too, I guess. Glad I stuck it out, not bad for off the water by 11:30, and I still got to play soccer. That’s my kind of Sunday.
Funny failed self portrait.