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Captain Jack
Well mates have you ever heard the saying, "That's why they call it fishing and not catching." Fishing, it was, this week with little, if any, catching. Only four flatties logged in at the Redondo Sport Fishing Pier by mid week, however, the sand bass were still bite'in to take up the slack, some up to 5lbs.
But, I say it's time to plan for the soon, and I mean real soon, Halibut bite. That's right man, it's time to take those rods and reels in to your local bait and tackle shop, like Pete's "Just Fishing" in Hermosa Beach, an get some new line and those busted
rod eyes repaired! That's just what I did and Pete was happy to take my money too.
I found that the best time to catch fish is when dey're bite'in and the best time to fix your stuff is when there not! Look mate if'en we caught fish everytime we went out them boys would change it from fishing to catching, you get my drift. I always like to be ready with new line, hooks, rods, gas, sparkplugs, you name it.
The other day I go out and the motor takes a crap! I'm three miles out and I don't want to paddle or call 911. So I haul that motor over the back of the transom and take it apart in the boat. Now, while I'm doing this I still have some lines in the water just in case this mishap was devinely inspired.
Hey, a halibut is a halibut no matter when, where, how or why you catch it.
I have this motor all apart and guess what? No spare parts in my tackle box. There was a place on the motor where all these little special parts are supposed to be kept, and they wer'nt there either. I figure it's paddle time.
Then I see an old lead sinker, I'm thinking it's lead, I can bend it with my pliers and cut it with my line cutters; so that's what I do. Wala! It works! Good enough to get me back to the harbor and no paddling or Harbor Patrol. So, what's the point?
Well I, coulda, shoulda, but I didn't take the time, when the fish were not bite'in, to check my box and motor for all those extras you may never need; but when you do, boy howdy, you really do need'em. Now I got two of everyth'in.
Oh, did I catch anything while I was out there bobb'in around like a cork, yep.
And I ain't tell you what it was, or how big, cause you wouldn't believe me anyway.
Whoppers of the week goes to Pistol Packing Pete, of Just Fishing, of Hermosa Beach, on Pier Avenue walk of fame, with a stringer of Sand Bass that would choke a ship's crew!