|Koji on his first SoCal Fish.|
others, like me, they just give them the middle finger.
Its been years since my glory days fly fishing Newport Bay every other weekend during summer with my bud Yosh. I think the last time I was here was at least six or seven years ago. With all that experience here, I know how to fish it and where are all the good waters. So I knew when my friend Koji from Japan wanted to get his first calico bass, I was pretty confident I could oblige his request.
With all the bashing I do about technology, there are the occasional perks about it. For one I "meet" a lot of people with common interests around the world that I would otherwise never speak with if it weren't for the internet. Koji is one example. For the last two years or so, I have been in email communication with him as I had planned on going back to Japan to finally fish for their glorious native trout and Suzuki seabass. Unfortunately with a weak dollar and a recession my plans never came to fruition. Not long ago though Koji let me know that he will be in my neck of the woods on business and if I could show him some of our local fisheries. I was more than happy to oblige.
Not long I got my first hook up. It was a strong fish and pulled line like mad. I managed to spot it long enough to at least see its size. Initially I thought it was a huge mac and then it suddenly came loose. The tippet snapped. I was pissed. Not long afterwards Koji was on with a rather angry fish. Once he landed it, we noticed it was a barracuda. At that moment the fish I lost must have been a cuda and its teeth seared the leader. In no time Koji was on a dink halibut. It was not long after that that Koji finally hooked and landed his desired quarry, the calico bass. Although small it was still a calico. Now that I got him on his desired fish I wanted to get him the other bass species. The next fish he managed was a spotted bay bass. The already weak tide was beginning to peak when I decided it was time to move. We moved to a section with deep canyon beneath us. Within the first drift Koji managed a good spottie. It looked about 2 pounds before the fish came unglued just near the boat.
Terrible Herbst's home. I wanted to fish the many great sections past the PCH bridge but while fishing near the floating seafood market, one of the workers let me know that everything past the bridge has now been closed to fishing by order of the MLPA. Great, I thought. She apologized and defended our rights to fish. There was no reason to apologize and I thanked her for letting us know, the last thing I need is to be cited.
|My dink Calico that saved me the embarassment of the skunk.|