Yesterday, my dad and I along with a few of my high school football and wrestling coaches hit the seas on a small chartered boat out of Point Judith. For myself and Coach Carver, this was our first time ever fishing in the ocean and it was pretty successful.
We took off for about thirty to forty five minutes and stopped near Block Island. Our mate Bob set up all of our lines with gritty clams on the bottom hook and slimy squid on the top hook.
After sitting for a moment on the back of the boat, I moved to the left side of the boat and that’s when the fish started to bite. I pulled in one or two sea bass that had to be thrown back and then after rebaiting my hook, I pulled in not one, but two keepers.
Following that, I pulled in the biggest of all the sea bass that were caught that day. Here it is.
Subtle flex, no big deal. I won’t lie, after fishing for porgies and sea bass, my wrist was fucking killing me.
We cleaned up on our twenty four keeper, sea bass limit in less than forty five minutes which was nuts. Even our mate Bob was shocked by it. So we packed the rods into the boat and headed to a good spot for blue fish and striper.
In the words of Billy Joel, we were “trolling Atlantis” for some striper but we had no luck. As for the blue fish, those babies were biting.
We set up the two rods on the back of the ship and myself and Coach Flynn were the first two up. We both got bites simultaneously and sat in the chair with the rod between our legs.
There was a pretty big difference between the two bites though. Flynn pulled in a good size blue fish pretty quickly and I felt like R.Kelly trying to pull my bite in. I was “fighting for my fucking life”.
The fish were pulling strong and we got an eye on the hooks and saw that three fish were hooked on. For what felt like forever but was probably five minutes, I battled to bring the fish in. Once they got closer, Bob grabbed the line and yanked the three blue fish over the side of the boat.
I was so cooked that I went inside and grabbed a Nutella Uncrustable and a frozen Gatorade. My left forearm was throbbing and my right wrist was cramped up but I felt like a real fisherman which was badass.
We reeled in some more blue fish and called it a day around five o’clock. All in all, it was a great first day fishing but I don’t think I’ll ever return. I think I’ll just retire on top.