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That's awesome Squid! Do you fish often or was it a charter you were on? I'm pretty much a fishing fanatic. Two summers ago I was reeling in a Goliath Grouper off the coast of Bimini in the Bahamas. The fish weighed roughly 150-200 pounds. I'll never know for sure because as I battled this fish an incredibly large Black Tip Shark severed the fish in half. It freaked me, my wife and the crew out so much we forgot to take pictures. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever witnessed considering the size of the Goliath Grouper. Lots of blood. Blah, I'm getting the quivers just thinking about it.
That's a beautiful fish you caught. Ever fish for Mahi Mahi? The brilliant colors they turn when they're excited is something to see. I caught a 55 pound Mahi on the same trip as the grouper story which is my personal best to date. I only get out a few times a year and now that I've got kids it's only once a year at best so I've never really been out much for sailfish. My limited fishing getaways force me to go after quantity as opposed to qualtity. That of course means we fish a few miles from shore at best. I did once have a very large marlin on my line during one trip. The captain estimated it to be upwards of 700 pounds. I can't verify what he said because the damn thing got off after about a minute. We never even saw another fish the entire trip.
P.S. Good man with the tag and release. That's a cool feeling I bet. I've always wanted to be able to do that. I'm catch and release mainly, except for those delicious Mahi Mahi, some smaller groupers and yellow tails.
Like a midget at a urinal, I was going to have to be on my toes.
Invite a retard to a picnic and you'd better expect to get drool in the potato salad.
Last edited: Friday, August 19, 2005 at 6:30:41 AM
ROUGE
Yeah I used to get out a lot, however with work and family the boat doesnt hit the water as much these days. :(
I have caught a few Mahi Mahi but they are not that prolific here for some reason. But yes I aggree they are very tasty, and are one of the most beautiful fish in the sea.
Never caught one 55 pound. Thats a nice catch mate. But unless you post a picture I must say I dont beleive you.... Jk :P
Lots of sharks here too, we pull up a lot of fish heads as well LOL.
Well - all talk of fishing has demotivated me totally so I might knock off early and go sit in my boat (in my driveway) and have a beer and make spashing sounds.
Squid
@ SquidRing
I will have to find the pictures of my fathers fish he caught 2 years ago off the coast of New Zeland !
@All
Also just wanted to point out how a brain thinks real quick ! Look at this statement from SquidRing (this is the first part of statement),
Well - all talk of fishing has demotivated me totally so I might knock off early and go sit in my boat (in my driveway) and have a beer
Notice spelling is all good but once that word Beer comes up this is what happened to his spelling,
And make spashing sounds.
Hehehe
Lets try, I am thinking of a being high !
(brain thinking really hard on being high)
Dam it, SquidRing you have to teach me that trick ! :P
^ LOL
No mate its no trick. Engineers just cart speel OK.
However.... You should see my spelling after I do actually finish that beer.... Which is tasting very nice right now I might add. XD
^OMFG
Was that caught near a nuclear reactor?????
And why do they have to conceal their identity??
I bet it tasted like shit.
SQUIDS
Heh. I 'd say the same thing Squid. I'll dig up the pics and scan them in.
Here's something I found to be pretty crazy. I had planned an overnight trip with this captain and then this happened:
Killed by the Beast He Loved
In Instant, Delaware Sharkman Falls Prey to Quarry
By Michael E. Ruane Washington Post Staff Writer Saturday, July 13, 2002
They were out beyond Poorman's Canyon in 7,000 feet of water, with rising swells and a big, agitated mako at the end of a wire fishing line.
It was shortly after midnight Tuesday morning 100 miles off Ocean City, and the skipper guessed the shark was 400 pounds: a modest size, really, compared with the thousand-pounders Captain Billy Verbanas had hooked in the past.
They'd fought the mako -- a legendary and frightening species that is known for charging at boats -- for almost an hour. It would be their keeper of the day. But the wind was kicking up, there was no moon and they needed to hurry.
Verbanas, 41, a renowned mako fisherman, was helping chief mate Chris Greigg, 38, wrestle the beast in. Verbanas had coiled some of the wire leader line around his right hand. Suddenly, like an angry bull, the fish shook its head and jerked the line, and Verbanas was over the side and gone. He never uttered a word, Greigg said. "He didn't have time."
The death of Billy Verbanas, sharkman extraordinaire and the father of six young children, has rocked the Indian River, Del., marina, where his boat was based, and touched deep-sea anglers up and down the Eastern Shore.
From Cape Henlopen to the Cape Charles light, boat flags were lowered this week in salute to the amiable Captain Billy, killed by the fearsome, black-eyed fish he loved. He had managed to free himself that night after about 90 seconds, and had surfaced, hollering.
But the shark had had him under too long. They hauled him back onboard and got some water out of him. But he was unconscious, and was dead when the Coast Guard helicopter got him to the hospital. The death certificate said he had drowned, said his wife, Cindy. Verbanas was a happy, religious man in shorts and a sweat shirt, an Ahab with sunglasses, who allowed no cursing or alcohol onboard but would share his fishing expertise with anyone, friends said. He regularly held Delaware's mako shark record, catching fish that weighed well over 900 pounds.
A native of Newark, Del., and a resident of Wilmington, he had grown up on his late father's charter boat. He told folks he remembered being onboard in his playpen. And like his father, he was fascinated by the huge makos that live out beyond "the edge" of the continental shelf, in water that's as clear as glass, a mile deep, and ruled by the giant sharks. "He's done it all his life," his wife said. "His father did it before him.... There was nothing he talked about more. If anything, I'm glad he died doing what he loved. He didn't fear them. He just loved it."
Large makos are magnificent animals. With ultramarine on top and snow-white undersides, they are capable of swimming up to 50 mph and prone to breathtaking jumps when maddened by a fishhook, experts say. They reach more than 1,000 pounds, and there are reports of hooked makos diving into fishing boats during epic battles with anglers. It is a giant mako that is an antagonist in Ernest Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea." Zane Grey, the Old West writer and famed deep-sea fisherman, also was enthralled by them.
"For the big game fisherman, mako fishing is the stuff of which dreams are made," author Richard Ellis wrote in his study "The Book of Sharks."
"In mako fishing, you might lose not only your fish, you might lose your rod or even your arm," he wrote. "It is perhaps the only type of big game fishing where there is a real element of personal danger."
Verbanas, Greigg and six clients left the Indian River marina about 6 a.m. Monday in Verbanas's 40-foot boat, Reel-istic, for an overnight fishing trip, according to Greigg and one of the clients, Nate Beiler. The fishing was excellent all the way out, said Beiler, 23, of Quarryville, Pa. Blues, tuna, dolphin. It was the best trip of his life. At one point, they hooked a 200-pound blue shark, but let it go. They wanted bigger stuff. Hours passed. Verbanas cooked up some fresh tuna. Night fell. They took shifts watching the shark lines. Not long before midnight, one of the reels suddenly screamed. Beiler and his friends started yelling: "Hey, we got a big fish!" They had their mako. One of Beiler's friends grabbed the rod, and the fight was on.
Before being boated, big makos have to be "wired" -- pulled by the metal leader to the side -- and then shot. They are too dangerous to boat alive. Twice, the party tried to wire the fish. Each time it bolted. Once, it slammed the side of the boat with its tail. Twice, it leapt out of the water.
Verbanas noted that the weather was getting rough. "Man, we gotta get out of here," Beiler heard him say. The Coast Guard said there were 10-foot seas and 30-knot winds. On the shark's third approach, Beiler said, he saw Verbanas wrap the leader twice around his gloved hand. Beiler had a.22-caliber rifle. Another fisherman had a gaff.
Greigg, the mate, was two feet away. It was all "routine for Bill," he said. "There was nothing different. There were no extra circumstances for a mistake. I didn't see anything wrong with what he did." But as Verbanas tried to pull the shark's head up for the kill, the fish bucked. "It reminded me of a mad bull," Beiler said. "He just shook his head a couple times and he was out of there." And Bill Verbanas was gone. "The fish ripped him out of the boat like a paper plate in the wind," Beiler recalled yesterday. "I blinked my eye and he was gone. Totally gone. I could not believe it." His feet never touched the sides of the boat. Beneath the dark water, the fish and the captain vanished.
"We're standing there looking at each other: 'Man, did this just happen?' " Beiler said.
The group had searched the water for about 90 seconds when they suddenly spotted Verbanas on a swell about 200 feet away. They heard him yell, "Start the boat! Start the boat!" They did, and motored after him. Three times they approached and tried to throw him a life preserver, but the wind blew it back.
Then they saw him roll over, facedown. Greigg screamed: "Get him!" One of the other fishermen dived in and dragged him to the boat. They got him onboard, started CPR and radioed the Coast Guard.
They yelled at him to wake up, but he was out cold and had turned a poor color. After a while, Beiler looked at the others and said: "I'm afraid he's gone."
They continued working on him, though, until the helicopter arrived from Atlantic City an hour later. Amid rough seas, which injured one of the Coast Guard rescuers, Captain Billy was hoisted away. He was later pronounced dead at a hospital in Salisbury, Md., the Coast Guard said.
When the helicopter disappeared, it was quiet onboard the Reel-istic, which still had a six-hour run home. Greigg prayed much of the way. Beiler said: "It was the longest, coldest trip I ever had." At one point, someone noticed that the line had snapped, and the shark had gotten away.
My wife got me a deep sea fishing book a long time ago. One chapter of this book was written by this captain. His escapades sounded incredible so we decided to book a trip with him. Our trip was scheduled for early September but he bit it in July.
Oh, check this out!
http://www.sportfishingmag.com/video.jsp?format=242&link=WorldPub_SF_2005_blk_marlin_attack
This fish got in the boat and landed on a juvenile angler. I think he got a broken nose and some cuts. I'll google for the article later.
Like a midget at a urinal, I was going to have to be on my toes.
Invite a retard to a picnic and you'd better expect to get drool in the potato salad.
Verbanas had coiled some of the wire leader line around his right hand. Suddenly, like an angry bull, the fish shook its head and jerked the line, and Verbanas was over the side and gone. He never uttered a word, Greigg said. "He didn't have time."
I fished the billfish circuit in the Carolinas for 4 years back in the mid-90's - the man that owned the company I worked for at the time had a 61' Jim Smith and was one of the sponsors of the SC Governor's Cup Billfishing Series. He was a great guy to work for, and from March to August eash of those 4 years, I would hire a temp to fill my position and fish with him opn his team.
The boat's name was the Done Deal - a fantastic boat.
We would fish 8-10 tournaments a year - all of the ones in SC, 2-3 in NC, and then the white marlin tournament in MD (can't remember the name).
For those unfamiliar, billfish (sailfish, marlin) and most of your meatfish (tuna, dolphin aka mahimahi, and wahoo) are caught by trolling either a real (ballyhoo, spanish mackeral, mullet, etc) or artificial (called "plastics") behins the boat at slow speed. Speed preference is usually at the captain's discretion, as what works one day may not and probably won't work the next. Because your meatfish have teeeth, and the billfish have abrasive bills, we use a leader between the actual bait/baitrig and the line on the reel. This leader is usually anywhere from 3-6 feet long (depending on the bait and presentation) and can't be reeled onto the the reel. Therefore, whoever is assisting the angler in the boating of the fish (called the "mate", short for first mate....this guy is usually responsible for the cockpit) has to bring this leader in by hand in order to get the fish close enough to stick (gaff - what I did) and get in the boat, tie down for another gaff in the case of a large boatable billfish, etc. Anyway, my point is the mate is the guy that actually muscles the fish the last few feet to the boat.
Off the Carolina coast, there isn't a whole lot of bottom structure (usually a potential hot spot, as bait fish tend to congregate where the gulf stream corsses over structure...so few that they are all named and well known), so usually most of the boats fishing on whatever given day would be in the same 5-10 square miles.
Anyway - per Rogue's quote above - I actually saw this happen in the Big Rock tournament in Morehead City NC in 1996....watched the mate off another boat called the Hatt Boxx get yanked right off the transom by a small blue marlin...so small in fact that they were just going to tag & release him without measuring him...the fish was under 100 lbs.
I didn't know that was what was happening at the time...all I remember was the fish jerking him from the port to starboard 2 or 3 times...then he was gone in the water. Took less than 5 seconds.
This thread reminds me of what happed on the news
theases guys caught a giant fish butt came 6 mins late there fish was 800 pounds heavier than the first prized one
be my guest jester.. EAT EM' UP!
>--[--O didn't know my fish was that good...
Last edited: Wednesday, August 24, 2005 at 9:48:51 AM
@ Squiddy,
Nice going there!!! Are you on the left of the pics???
SSM aka Serial Killa
^ yep
@ Squiddy,
I reserve my fishing when I am with my partner, and usually like to dive a little. LOL. :) :) :)
SSM
@ squid, is that you on the left of the pic? GG on the tag and release!! I dig the animal lovers!!! :)
^ Cheers KKB
A lot of people still reckon it is wrong to tag and release fish like this ie its cruel etc etc, but all of the info on the fish goes to the department of fisheries for their research programs, like reasarch into their migration patterns, declining numbers, breeding patterns etc.
Plus they dont taste very good either LOL.
Latest haul from a day up the creek. Blue mannas - YUM XD
Wow...those are some cool pics
^Send me some fish! Oh also, I can see a doggy o.o' The dog looks like he wants to eat some...even though you can only see his nose o.O;;
Yum, Squidy...
I gotta go out and get some Dungeness here. Season is in full swing, and they sure taste good with a good (non-Fosters) brew... We usually haul in a couple dozen, then cook and eat 'em on the beach!
Mmm! Sounds good! Someone knows the definition of "good eating"!
Yeah, me and my family usually go up to the mountains once a year and camp out for a few days. One of the best parts is the fishing. And, not to forget, that crisp fresh mountain air. And man, is that lake a pretty sight in the morning! Top that off with a fresh sausage off the fire, a big comfy un-fold seat, and a nice hot cup o' joe! Ahhh.....
/¯/¯/ed
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Anyone beat this...?
Caught it about 30kms of coast of Dampier - Australia.
Dunno how much it weighed - tagged and released.
BTW its called a Sailfish - part of the Marlin family.
Squidy