Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Last night I hooked and landed the biggest striped bass i have ever seen alive and in person. According to my friends boga grip it weighed 53 pounds. i did not get a length. it ate, of all things, a magnum long-A chicken scratch bomber. This fish put up no fight at all, it literally just let me reel it in. She was blind in her left eye, with the eyeball taking on that milky glassed over nothingness which made her rather appear to be some sort of sea hag or something at least otherworldly. She was released after a few photos and a weigh, which i will say was not easy to do while standing in the water. it took two of us to lift her whole tail out of the ocean. I watched her swim away. Then i sat on a rock for the rest of the night with little to no interest in fishing and watched a friend make cast after cast into water in which he knew a 50 pound bass had recently been swimming. He went 0-4 on hookups.
"hey Pete, have you ever caught a 50?" "yeah, i caught one once..." holy fucking shit. thats what i get to say now.