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Captain Jack
This week the Captain jumped on board the vessel, City of Redondo, a fine fishing machine, with his good friend, a real honest and forthright captain of the sea, "Captain Jack Leslie." This sea cap'n has spent more time on the deck of the City and other fishing boats, than most of us could imagine. Not only does he know where the fish live and eat; but this captain can smell 'em.
As I told ya last week, catching had been slow and the Captain wanted to see for himself, first hand, what was going on out there in them fishing holes. If there was anyone who could do it and make somethin' happen, it would be Leslie. We couldn't have picked a finer day either. It was calm seas, calm wind, good bait and friendly fellow fishermen; including a beautiful fishing lady, who by the way, darn near out-fished all the men on board. Arrg...she out-did both captains.
However, there was one gentleman who was yanking them flappy fellows up from the deep one right after the other. As any good fisherman would do, I carefully scooted over to him for a closer look-see. The Captain wanted to know what kind of rig he had, and which hooks and what kind of bait he was using. It was ghost shrimp; those sweet little critters that can entice even the most difficult fish to leave them warm little holes and bite. Now the Captain has a few secret baits that can turn on a tuna; but he didn't bring 'em this day because we was supposed to go halibut fishing and that was what the Captain wanted to catch.
Well, the catching was so consistent on Rocky Point, what was the point of leaving for some flattie that may not, could not, might not or would not bit nuttin'? So as any good ship's captain would do, Leslie said, "My fares are catching and we ain't leaving!" And that was that! Sez...the Captain.
I'm glad we didn't leave, because everybody darn near filled their sacks; it was a regular wild kingdom out there. While on the Point we saw whales, porpoise, seals, and every kind of sea bird. The place was alive and one of those great leviathans even swam by, not twenty-five yards away, to catch our drift and waved goodbye with his tail to boot. What a sight! The cameras were clicking.
Oh, fisherman of the day was Michael Gin. No, not the Michael Gin the councilman from Redondo Beach. Mike Gin who works for Nordstrom, Men's Department. And why not, he was a man's man who filled his sack with some big Sheepshead. He was the one who was using them ghost shrimp. Lives in Cerritos and he plans to be a teacher. If'in ya want to know Mike's secret for catching sheepshead, page Captain Jack at (310) 504-1940 or write the Easy Reader, P.O. Box 427, Hermosa Beach, CA 90254, atten: Cap'n Jack. Captain Jack needs your fish'in pictures and stories. Call or write in!ER