The rest of the night was peaceful until about 4am when a casted bait goes off, an oversized red. The next few hours would prove to be the most productive for me, reds, rays and airborne blacktips would keep me busy until the sun came up....I never had a chance to snap a single picture.
The action had slowed tremendously, but there were still fish to be caught.
Skinny reds....
and wade gut blacktips
Before I knew it, Tuesday morning was here and two big baits still sat untouched, the winds were predicted to get rowdy today so I began packing while cooking breakfast. The wind shifted blowing from the northeast and I enjoyed some kickass tacos, I got about halfway through the first one when one of my big baits gets knocked down....ok, "its blacktip time" I think to myself....WRONG
A nice fat bull, she taped out around 7'6'', and put up a damn nice fight....
I decide to bring in my 12/0, turns out something had picked up a 30lb bait from the wrong end and chomped it in 3 pieces without leaving any teeth marks, or setting off my drag....the line had slacked up a little bit the night before but I thought nothing of it.
Now motivated, I unpack and run lines back out.
yep, now its blacktip time. With the winds really picking up, and forecasted to drop later that night, I decide to wait it out until dark. Around 11pm I get two big baits out....around midnight they get weeded out.
For the past few days I hadn't seen the slightest sign of sargassum, the next morning I awake to this...
