Met up with Doper4Life at 3:30am, plan was to get some squid from LBBC and head to the west end and try for WSB and Yellowtail. No plan B. Brian hooked us up with a huge scoop of the squish, we talked about the wind that was blowing, hoped it would lay down at sunrise an off we went. We ran inside the harbor to Angel Gate, turned towards the West End. This was not going to be nice today. We got past the turning buoys, about 6 or seven miles out, D4L and I looked at each other, turned it around to try and wait it out in the harbor. Waves were at least 5 foot from the west with a 3 to 4 foot south swell made all the more enjoyable by the steady wind from the SE. It was actually more difficult to run back in than it was to get to where we were. We were only able to do about 18 to 22 kts. at the best both ways, and often slower. Got inside the harbor and slid in behind the wall to wait it out. Saw a friend, Homer pull up in his skiff, signaled to him, we talked. He was going to do the Halibut/Thresher thing in the harbor. While talking to him he said Silver Ghost was headed to Izors to try for bass. D4L said he won’t be there long and minutes later we see him slide by both of us to drift the inside of the wall before daylight.
We decide to get some finbait and try for the Threshers. On the way back to LBBC, D4l and I start getting spray in our faces. D4l is looking for where the moisture is coming from and I tell him it’s raining. Wind blowing 10 to 15 with gusts approaching 20 and rain. I love late summer. Brian laughs at us and hooks us up with some fin bait an off we go again. We start off trolling around in the upper end of the harbor. Water color is terrible; temp is fluctuating from 60 to 63. D4Lis resetting his bait out when he gets slapped about 15 feet from the boat. He feeds the fish line, and then sets the hook. After a short fight I grab the tail and put it on the deck. A nice point fish, but just a T-pupp, so photo and release.

That was all for us other than a display of lighting and thunder, and a pair of slaps that didn’t want to eat. Thankfully no waterspouts. Considering what could have been a terrible ride to the island for nuthin and the fact that we saw no other fish hooked or landed, I consider us lucky. Reload and ready for next time.