GOAL: SOLO a Shelter Cove Thresher Shark or Land a CHROME
Last Years Thresher Fight
Day 1:
Haven’t fish with my buddy David (Capt. Quang) for a long time. He’s been a good friend of mine for years and was one of the first person that I fish with when I started Kayak Fishing. We decided to give shelter cove a shot over the holiday weekend.
Made it to the cove at the break of dawn and started to unload the Yak. As I was unloading, from the distance I hear, LOST ANCHOVY?? “WHO DAT BE”, I responded. From the distance I see the local Salmon King himself LoletaEric!!
We made good conversation and caught up on old times and new news. I made my way out to about 60 ft and start working my bait. The Ling Cod was thick and RF biting. Much of the morning was the same.
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Around early noon I drifted north and I get a TAP on my line…I let out line and started to feel a good shake. As I pull it up I see CHROME! And a good 20 lber by eye ball. It notices my yak and makes a buck wild dash. I play it but eventually feel the pop and slack! (ARGH Barbless hooks!)
It takes a real man to let out his emotions cause I cried like a baby…Inside of course.
DAY 2:
Having good luck on day 1, I decided to head over to the same location and redo the drift. After about 3 hours of steady RF and Lingcod I was fed up and headed over the whistle to fish. I hear lots of radio chatter about salmon being caught around the “HAT”, and near the “Eye”, both local terms used to describe areas about 3-4 miles south of the whistle, so it was a “no” go.
I Made it near the whistle under some strong current. I see a few boaters near my location fishing mostly bottom fish and a few Kayakers doing the same. I marked bottom at 80 ft and fished my herring in 60 ft.
Shortly after putting my bait down I get a quick jerk on my bait….LINGCOD??? MUTHE&FKER. Leave me alone!! BUT….My Pole goes BENDO big time and starts screaming off the spool. My line goes “OUT” this time and I feel good shakes on my rod tip. I quickly set the hook and the fish books right and heads for the surface. SALMON!?? Or Thresher? (COULD THIS BE IT!!)
Then my line goes slack and immediately I see a 100 lb+ Thresher breach the water and slams down from a distance. My heart goes 0-60 in a matter of seconds. I quickly take back line and get my line tight. It takes drag and my pole into the water and takes a lot of blistering runs for the next 45 minutes along with 3 other jumps.
Finally as I get it closer to my boat it takes another jump and body wraps itself on my line. As it dives I feel my line rubbing against the body getting shredded. It takes another big run and my line POPS!! Argh! The agony of defeat is too much sometimes to bear. Again I cried…
I set out to SOLO a thresher and came up short. I set out to get chrome and came up short. Started feeling like Lebron in the finals…what more can I do??
Regardless I got to share good times with a good friend and fish with NCKA brothers. Lose fish but make friends… Life is good – THE LOST ANCHOVY