Better than Jacks? I've been snapper/grouper fishing dozens of times and
thought I had a record on the line only to boat a rather small amberjack.

Dan


Harry Krause wrote:

MikeG wrote:

It's been pretty slow for me but I got a call from my son on Sunday.
Evidently the blues were in such a frenzy they were not only running the
bait fish up onto Scusset beach but they were running themselves up on
the sand also.



Ahh....blues...my favorite light-tackle salt water feeeesh.


LOL, Right up to the point where you have to get the hook out.



Ahh, yes. Some years ago, I was fishing inside St. Augustine Inlet in
Florida, and the fishing was hot, hot, hot. So was the day. I got a bit
loopey from the heat and about halfway through the day, caught another
nice blue and when I boated the beastie, decided to reach inside his
mouth to remove the hook (he was the first and only I did not lip hook
with a small circle hook). He bit off a nice piece of my thumb. So I
wrapped the wound with my fishing rag, duct-taped it on, and kept on
fishing. My poor wife was horrified when I got home. I was covered in
blood, head to toe. My blood. But it was one of the best fishing days ever.

Love them blues. Pound for pound, the best small fish fighters I've ever
encountered.

Dan Krueger wrote:

Better than Jacks? I've been snapper/grouper fishing dozens of times and
thought I had a record on the line only to boat a rather small amberjack.

Dan


Harry Krause wrote:

MikeG wrote:

It's been pretty slow for me but I got a call from my son on Sunday.
Evidently the blues were in such a frenzy they were not only running the
bait fish up onto Scusset beach but they were running themselves up on
the sand also.



Ahh....blues...my favorite light-tackle salt water feeeesh.


LOL, Right up to the point where you have to get the hook out.



Ahh, yes. Some years ago, I was fishing inside St. Augustine Inlet in
Florida, and the fishing was hot, hot, hot. So was the day. I got a bit
loopey from the heat and about halfway through the day, caught another
nice blue and when I boated the beastie, decided to reach inside his
mouth to remove the hook (he was the first and only I did not lip hook
with a small circle hook). He bit off a nice piece of my thumb. So I
wrapped the wound with my fishing rag, duct-taped it on, and kept on
fishing. My poor wife was horrified when I got home. I was covered in
blood, head to toe. My blood. But it was one of the best fishing days ever.

Love them blues. Pound for pound, the best small fish fighters I've ever
encountered.






Oh, I agree. Jacks are great fighters, too, but since moving to Maryland
from Florida, I see more blues than jacks. Some jacks, of course, get
much much larger than the typical blues, and when a jack is pulling
against you sideways, it's like reeling in a barn door.

I'd be glad to fight blues or jacks all day long.


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"There's an old saying in Tennessee - I know it's in Texas, probably in
Tennessee - that says, fool me once, shame on - shame on you. Fool me -
you can't get fooled again." -George W. Bush, Nashville, Tenn., Sept.
17, 2002