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We ripped offshore this morning in hopes of settling the score from yesterday...Largo re-rigged and re-sharpened everything onboard...there were going to be no mistakes this time...
Bait rigs go out and they are chewing again like normal...no need for the 200yrd game today...we load up on baits and i start bridiling them up as Largo is reeling in the last daisy chain of skipies...i'm just reaching for the right rigger clip when i see Largo dash past me to the throttles and back the boat off to neutral...i swivel around and in an instant i know it's already too late...
Matt is bent over the strbd corner trying his best to keep the strbd motor from sucking up the rod tip as it chews it's way through countless yards of spectra before the prop finally comes to a grinding halt...chit...no bueno...
Well accidents happen so i curbed the usual battery of profanities...opting for just a few f-bombs and no mames...and clearly winced as i tilted the motor up to discover the dreaded oil induced rainbow forming under the leg...
That's the way she goes sometimes...from hero's to zero's just like that...in comes the one bait we actually had in the water at that point and as Largo went hack hack with the knife...i went snip snip on the circle hooks...replaced them with swivels...picked out 4 lures and settled in for a nice long ride back to the point on one engine...
30 mins in on the trip home we managed to raise 3 sails that halfheartedly whacked around at the lures...perhaps more to keep our spirits alive than anything else...but that was it...
Matt saved the day by whipping out his digital camera and we passed the time marveling at the many memories contained within that nondescript chunk of plastic...i travelled to the Klamath river in California for kings and steelhead...the distant shores of Costa Rica where tarpon as large as cows were fat for the taking...we bullshot and daydreamed the entire way home...and thank god for that...
In the end things worked out OK...i managed to tear everything apart and although i did have to replace the seal they did have one in stock...which is like winning the lottery...so 5 hrs of running around and fixing things up and we were headed back out to the point on both caballos this time and feeling pretty darn good about ourselves...zero's to hero's once again...