Bottom of the 9th with on a few minutes of day light glistening on Puget Sound Captain Sloan faithfully worked his cut herring in 150 feet of water. Dropping the mooching rig down till it bumped off the bottom, several cranks on the reel to avoid the sharks and flounders Sloan held the line steady. As the line tightened under the wait of a feeding fish all went silent. I looked over to see the captain focused and determined, then the magic began…Fish on!
saltwater
Brite Eye’s & Salty Sea’s
Heading down the Oregon coast you’re bound to slip through the cozy coastal town of Newport. Early Sunday morning the Gaynor boys and I skipped church and headed for the open seas. We jumped in the 28ft North River Seahawk Os named “Brite Eye’s”. Cruising out of the harbor we were determined to do some salmon fishing. Much to our surprise within minutes of placing the rods in the holders the left rod tip started to throb frantically revealing the hoochie rig was under attack.
The day ended up with 5 beautiful coho in the boat, calm seas, and some vey satisfied fisherman! One thing that really stuck out was captain Mike Gaynor Sr. said he “always expects to catch his limit”! Fishing with confidence is a big part of being successful!
Always Believe
Sailing for Sailfish
On a warm Caribbean evening just outside of the Dominican Republic our sailboat methodically worked its way to the local Puerto Plata. With just a few winks of light left and a dangerously shallow entrance into the port the sailfish were waiting. The screaming drag on the reel told tale of a angry sailfish on its way back to the deep blue.
As it danced across the water with boundless acrobatics the varsity sail showed why its one of the top sport fish in warm water. After 25 minutes of prayer and praise the giant made its way to the ship. A shot of coconut rum in its gills and my hand on its bill we landed this beauty.
