Looking back I didn’t realize it has been a year since I’ve written anything about any fishing trips.  Long gone are the many trips offshore seeking out snappers and groupers.  Same can be said about another cobia season up in Destin.  However semi-annual trips to Venice, LA still get my heart going.  I won’t bore you with the little details of the trip but I have to extend a big thanks to my friend Todd for allowing us to stay at his house and take us out fishing on an overnight trip, my first overnight trip to the rigs.  Also to my friend David Sun who put it all together and invited me on yet another amazing trip.

Day 1, we rode out with Capt Hunter Cabellero from Paradise Outfitters.  After a quick stop to load up the live well with runners we were off to the first and only rig.  Upon arrival the best way to describe the action for the next two and a half hours would be Elegant Violence.  A combination of slow rolling backs and sickles slicing through the slick calm water, skyrocketing tunas, and large boils 360 degrees around the boat painted a picture of beauty.  Top water poppers and live blue runners didn’t stand a chance against these fish.  Almost as soon as they were in the water they were getting crushed.  Hunter kept pitching out live runners as chum to keep the tunas near the boat.  As the dust settled and the live well was empty we caught 16 tunas in short amount of time and decided to call it a day at 10am.

Day 2 we left the marina about noon to go catch bait and fish the afternoon, overnight, and morning bite.  Different day but same results.  Poppers and live runners were getting crushed.  We mixed it up a little and decided to do a little chunking and added a few more tuna to the boat.  Right about dark the blackfin tunas made an appearance, almost like they were trying to tempt us not to run out deeper to the big floaters.  We blew them off and ran out deeper and were greeted by more yellowfins.  By about 2am we were all pretty tired so we took a little nap while the boat drifted around in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico.  About daybreak we ran to the nearest rig and picked up right where we left off at sunset.   Tunas, tunas, and more tunas.  We caught a few more and decided to call it a trip before it got too hot and we ran out of ice, 17 tunas and 8 jumbo blackfins burn a lot of ice.

Overall it was without a doubt the best trip I’ve had out of Venice.  Had the pleasure of fishing again with old friends, Todd, David Sun, Jimmy Bennett and Dudley Adams and got to make a new one in Timmy Rattinger.  Thanks again Timmy for introducing us to those M Fischer poppers, you made me a believer!

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