We got right to it, leaving the marina in the early dawn light and arriving at the Halibut Hole (more like a mesa) to wonderfully calm water.
...Steve handles his flattie with aplomb. what does aplomb mean?
After a brutal fight involving one bid dude and a harpoon by Kreg, Jason hoists a beauty. That's a big halibut anywhere you fish, and really big for the Oregon coast.
I apparently had sideburns back in September. And a pretty ling cod too.
So a rockin' offshore day ends at the filet table, yielding piles of fishy blockage - hopefully enough to last through the winter!
The remainder of the week was spent extracting salmon from the Coquille at a fairly slow, yet consistent pace.
With a short venture outside to fill the entire fishhold (ok just the floor) with black rockfish in a matter of minutes on a great surface bite. Pictured is Steve, trying not to throw up.
Steve with a fatter Silver than ever before, including Alaska! Too bad he had to let her swim away free. It appeared to pain him physically.
Finally, on the last day, Spam himself nails a keeper King. It was a wonderful trip, helped in large by Jason and Kreg's hospitality and Jason's continual preparation for bigfish success.
