Blastin' and Castin' in the Texas Outdoors

We havea lot of good times, the road was a drug when we started way back, our wheels rolled on steady, now its forgetting the race to find an open space and leaving that city far behind We’ll be up in the morning before the sun, since anything beats working on the job and everyone knows the early worm gets the fish. The world is your oyster, let the high times carry the low, walk where the sun is shining, lay your burdens down and think to yourself that it sure feels good feeling good again.


Thursday, September 09, 2010

not bad for a weekend.

Last weekend started off with a bit of touch rugby. The guys all called the game "touchies" I have a problem with that.


Anyway, over some beers afterwards, we decided that there needed to be a fishing competition that weekend. Three teams for two days. The other two teams have boats that cost in excess of $150k (the St Lazarus that I posted pictures of before and a 28 ft cat) and gear that was probably in excess of $20k. We were in a boat that cost $5k (a 14ft ski boat) and gear that cost about $1k. Saturday we caught a wahoo of 13lb. Then we caught a wahoo of 37lb. Sunday, we caught a wahoo of 22lb. Then we caught a wahoo of 38lb. Then we caught a wahoo of 41lb. During all that time, we lost 6 other fish due to the fact that we had 4 double hook ups and 1 triple hook up (only one person on the rod). Since the boat is so small one person has to drive at all times. We also had 4 additional strikes that didn’t hook up. The other two teams combined caught one kingfish of about 8lb and one dorado of about 4lb. By the way, we caught the wahoo in the picture about 2.5 miles from my back porch.

If you break it down to pounds of fish per gallon of fuel used, we were at about 5. each of the other boats was at about 0.1. We only use 15 gallons of fuel for a whole day of fishing. They use 50 and 100 gallons. Sucks to be them.

Then on sunday night, my buddy gets a call that there is another whale on the beach. The last one that washed up got cut up by the locals, and we had a nice BBQ. (Humpback tastes like a cross between hardhead catfish, and pencil erasers.)



This one (pilot whale) was nice and alive when it washed up, so some Eco-tourists kept pushing it back into the water trying to get it to swim away. About the 3rd time it washed up, some locals came running down with clubs and whipped on it until it died. Then the police called my buddy who came and hooked onto it and drug it to the university. Now, the whole community is in an uproar because they got to eat the last one, but the university is going to bury this one and bleach the bones. Everyone's angry because all the food is going to waste.
Holler if you want to come visit. Maybe we can play some Touchies.

3 Comments:

Blogger ~z said...

I'm always up for touchies. Again, I'm so jealous you got to eat a hump. Next time you are back stateside pick up a gross of Tony's. I'm sure Tony's and erasers would be pretty good.

I feel like such a looser as I have not posted an adventure in a while.

7:12 PM  
Blogger brian said...

Wise choice on the boat selection. If I was paying my way I would have gone with the small boat too.

Really cool that you have eaten whale. I'm not sure how Chris is going to top that.

2:16 AM  
Blogger brian said...

Let us know next time marine mammals are on the menu - I'll show up for that BBQ.

2:17 AM  

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