I went out on a Cubera trip to cross one off the list. Our first stop was to pick up lobster for bait which some would say is crazy but hey big bait big fish. I knew I was on the right boat when Devon went down and came up “double fist ‘in” lobster. In no time Devon caught enough bait and we headed out do some yellowtail fishing. We anchor up and the looked perfect to clean up on yellowtail. For some reason though the bite just wasn’t there but I guess that’s why they call it fishing and not catching. After struggling to catch a few yellowtails we headed out to the Cubera grounds. Two poles were set up. One was on the bow while the other was on the stern. I took one and my brother took the other. We did a few drifts and nothing. They were down there but had a different type of tail on the mind than lobster. All the sudden my rod bends in half. I grab it and all you can do is crank. I was expecting like an amber jack type but wasn’t expecting the type of fight I had just gotten into. I did the best I could listening to Capt. Jim and didn’t stop cranking and just when I started to see the glow stick indicating I was about to win the fight the line goes limp. Score one for the Cubera. Boy did I feel like a chump. After all the work Capt. Jim and Devon put into finally getting a fish on and I lost it because I was out of “fishing shape”. I knew I had to redeem myself. I was hearing it from my brother and Capt. Jim was giving me his own style of words of encouragement. There’s no room for feeling sorry for yourself on the Beast so another lobster was put on the line and we went at it again. I planted myself next to the rod praying to get another chance and after a few drifts I got it. This time either that fish was coming in the boat or I was going in the drink after it. After another battle the fish was in the boat and a weight was off my shoulders. I don’t know who happier me for getting the fish in the boat of Capt. Jim and Devon for putting me on the fish. We did another couple of drifts and my brother boated one but of course mine was bigger. At this point it was pretty late and my brother and I were beat from catching fish so we headed in. This is the second time I have charted the Beast and second time I have walked away thinking how it was money well spent. If you charter the Beast and sit back, be patient, and keep your mouth shut and let Capt. Jim and Devon do their thing then I guarantee you will come home with bags of fish and a “Beast blister” on your thumb for reeling in those fish.
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