An early morning launch on the Island Tak |
Originally scheduled to launch at 4am, we were notified to show up by 3am since the fishing in the area had been tough and we were going to go farther away from the rest of the fleet leaving Channel Islands Harbor. Rising at 1:45, I made a couple of sandwiches and put some frozen water bottles into a small cooler and headed out for Ciscos, (Channel Islands Sportfishing).
All were aboard on time, we loaded some fresh squid and anchovies, and we were off on a 4 hour jaunt up the coast and to the far end of the largest of the Channel Islands, Santa Cruzs’ West Point.
There were a few already bunked when I boarded, and the rest were soon to follow. I didn’t think I would be able to sleep since I was wide awake and ready to fish, but as we left the harbor and the darkness enveloped us I saw little point in standing alone on the deck and watching the distant lights on shore pass slowly by.
Sleep eventually happened, but first I had to get used to the coffin sized middle bunk, barely long enough for me to stretch out. I just knew that when I awoke I would attempt to sit up and knock myself out on the bottom of the bunk above. After what seemed to have been an hour, and possibly just half that, after enduring the close quarters of eleven grown men tossing and turning, at least one of which had had bad burritos the night before, and the constant movement, both side-to-side and the bouncing bow of the Island Tak, I did sleep soundly until light crept in to the cabin from above.
A beautiful morning sunrise off the coast of Ventura County, CA |
Cruising along the cliffs of Santa Cruz, Channel Islands NP |
Two nice ling cod |
Several bites later, after losing several leaders and rigs, I decided that I needed more experience tying a uni-uni knot or an Albright knot before I went on trusting my braid-to-fluorocarbon tying skills. I switched my C3 Abu to the squid bait and continued to fish, catching several ‘chuckleheads,’ or copper rockfish, thanks to Jason pointing out the right spot where the reef was off of the bow, where we took turns casting ahead as far as we could and brought in a fish almost every time.
Matching sheepshead |
These three went home with me |
Several of the anglers retired to their bunks for the long ride home, but I was enjoying the sea air too much to sleep, though one of the anglers noted that taking a nap on the way back was a good way to kill the time. Instead I sat near the mate’s cleaning station, taking mental notes and watching the seagulls, as he cleaned the days catch.
I learned several things during the 3.5 hour cruise back. That some seagulls are braver than others and will steal a meal almost as soon as it leaves the knife’s edge; I watched several line up along the rail behind Jon waiting for him to move off to the side for a few seconds so they could slip in fast and steal away quick only to be mobbed by several other gulls aft, trying to steal the enterprising bird’s reward.
I learned that these ling cod enjoy far too many blue slurpees as the ling cod flesh is a perfect match for that color, and I have already learned, upon returning home, that, indeed, the blue flesh does turn white when cooked.
"Excuse me... mind if I just step in here a sec?" |
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