Nothing is guaranteed when you go fishing. Obviously, that’s why they call it fishing instead of catching. Many people say it wouldn’t be fun if you caught fish all the time, although I think I could argue that one.
Earlier this summer, I fished with Brad and his friends twice in one week for swordfish. The first trip was on his boat and we caught a few dolphin early in the morning, but didn’t have any luck with the swords. We spent 8 hours drifting with one cheap bite. However, two days later, we fished on my boat and things were just meant to be.
We started out deep-dropping and wound up catching the biggest snowy grouper I’ve ever seen, tipping the scale at 44.5 lbs. On the way out to the swordfish grounds, one of his friends caught a nice 20 lb. dolphin. By 11:30 a.m., we made our first swordfish drop and hooked up within minutes! We caught and released that fish and sent down another bait.
Thirty minutes later, we hooked up again and landed a nice 165 lb. swordfish. It was only 2 p.m. and I asked the guys if they wanted to make one drop or call it a day. They all agreed to make one last swordfish drop.
A rainstorm came through as we made our last drop, and everyone was trying to hide under the hardtop. Moments later, we all saw the rod load up and we had our third sword of the day on! The fish came toward the surface pretty quickly and then raced back down. I knew the fish had some size after the moves it had made.
A little while later, he raced back up and we got the weight off the leader, but couldn’t see the fish. The fish headed back down, then slowed, and we started gaining steadily.
After twenty minutes, I could see a big fish coming up, but it looked funny. The fish got tail wrapped on its last run and had drown. We stuck the gaffs into a big broadbill and struggled to pull the beast over the side. We all high fived and then took a bunch of pictures before heading back to Bud n’ Mary’s Marina.
Brad called his family when we got close, and all of his kids were waiting to see what their Dad and his friends caught. When we hung the big broadbill up, the scale read 423.5 lbs.!
It was truly a day to remember, and I looked at Brad and said, “When it’s your day, it’s your day!”
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