PBF's kitchen pass

So the day started like most other days fishing, a quick dry bagel and a Coors Light (Originals for fags).

I ran the Super Z and it's crew out to the hunting grounds.


The morning sky gave up it's beauty and raised the hopes of the fisherman aboard.



We spent the entire day pulling the anchor and "trying over there" in search of some suckers that wanted to do battle. Despite past days of glory, we were getting the royal skunk.

As the day was quickly coming to a close, I announced boat cleanup and said the often day saving words, "Cleanup fish!"

4 - 3 - 2 - 1, fun!

Roberto's rod gets a bite and the hook is set on a brick wall. "This is a good fish!", exclaimed Roberto. Aaron (PBF) took the rod with a chuckle and a smile. "Cmere you fish...", he said with confidence.



With a little instruction he was on his way to catching a real nice fish. The beast jumped 3 or 4 times, and each time an "Ahhhhhhhh, OOoOOOO" was let out from the crew. Roberto and I were arguing over whether we should boat and measure the monster as PBF's words of confidence turned into a guttural "Uhhhhmmmph" with each pump of the rod. After 15 minutes or so, his left arm was hanging by his side and shaking as the crew laughed and gave him words of encouragement.



Finally, with the "bubble of conceit" the fish came to the boat and was unhooked and admired.



It was in the 7 foot range, not a beast of an oversize, but on the small rods we use for these fish a challenge all the same. PBF was happy to have stuck it out and very happy it was over.

In the end, a pretty crappy day on Astoria, probably the worst fishing day for the Super Z in those waters. But smiles and high fives still made it to the decks of Ole Yellow.