Set up a snapper trip with tunachaser earlier in the week. We were hoping to get some variety & capitalize on the extra vermillion that don't count against the snapper agg bag limit.
We talked Monday & it was set, he had a work function that ended at 3pm & I have the flexibility to start work early & in turn get off early. I was done about 2:15 & headed home to start loading the boat. Kris showed up soon after & we were loaded.
In the truck half a block down "where's my cash", reverse back to the house. Run inside & find wallet. Back in truck, in drive & feel the familiar rumble in my stomach, reverse, run inside house... took care of bidnuss!
Ok, back on the road, stop for beer, subs, chicken wangs & fuel.
While fueling up I noticed how the wind had picked up quite a bit since the light to variable earlier in the day.
Splashed the ole' SeaCraft at 15th St & made our way out the port. I really wanted run south to my big vermee hole & the 2' building chop was not going to stop me! It became "operation keep Kris in the boat" since last time he was aboard one of the 40+y/o handles broke in his hand, there were now limited places to hold on to. My boat is no dry boat by any means but she's fast & eats up the chop. I think Kris said it best "she fly's better than she swims".
We made it all the way down the the Liberty to find less than stellar conditions. North current & South wind pushing us to the North around 3kts. Oh well, one drop stops! Was able to mark the wreck & some good signs of fish.
We made 5 attempts hit different parts, broke off three rigs & had not one nibble.
Decided to start working our way back to the north stopping on some different areas in search of the vibrant red vermillion. While moving I tossed out a skirt my buddy Johnny let behind on Sunday. It only took a few minutes before we had a little blackfin in the boat & got the skunk off.
Kris has a different technique in bleeding tuna, instead of slicing the jugular he just rips everything out from the gills back! I think he finds pleasure in this...
Affective yet messy as well.
I had tied a few chicken rigs the night before in anticipation of losing a few but I did not account for Kris just dropping one right over the side. That was followed up by an even better blooper when Kris pulls out his spool of 50# to make another rig & promptly drops the wrong end in the drink! While holding the tag end were moving away at 12mph he just starts laughing. We were able to regroup & recover the spool.
Hit a spot in 250 off Hallandale & found'em! It only took 3 drift & we had our 10 fish limit.
The sun was setting fast & it was time to go find the other snappers.
We checked out the 3rd but didn't find anything promising so we moved inside the the top of the 2nd & found an area that looked good. Settled in made up some slop chum from both of our freezers consisting but not limited to shrimp heads, ballyhoo, pilchards, runners, bonitas & rolled oats. We ate some food pounded a few more beers & picked away at mangroves & tails. We set a 14in minimum to eliminate having to get up to measure them!
Conditions were nice with a light South wind & steady North current.
We didn't crush them but certainly will have dinner for the next few nights.
Kris thanks for coming along & staying in the boat!