by Captain Jack
Halibut can be a finicky fish; at times as hot as a spring lass or as cold as a former lady friend. Well that's the way it is matey. This week the halibut bite fell off. However, the sand bass started to snap like Florida gators. No sooner could you get that anchovy to the bottom and it was HOOKUP!
The Captain here, alone, landed ten of these delectable beauties in less than an hour; four of them over five pounds. That's right! Would I make this up?
I was in 80 feet to 90 feet of water, off of the Redondo Canyon, looking for a halibut, but I couldn't complain. Most times where there's sand bass there's a big flattie.
With the boat full and the time only 9:30 A.M., I called it a day. Those big fat daddies will be there tomorrow.
The local Redondo Beach Sports Fishing Pier was also logging in a good number of sand bass, sculpin (those spiny bastards) and a few white fish with one or two sheepshead. As Captain "Rudder" John, proprietor of the fishing pier, said last week, "We're fishing everyday, Hell or high water!"
The whopper of the week, a 40 pound yellow tail, goes to Mac of Redondo Beach. It was caught off the famous (or infamous, if you lost one there) Palos Verdes Rocky Point.
Note: Captain Mac is the last old man of the sea. He only goes by the name Mac. He sez, "If you don't know me, I don't know you and that's that!"ER