Westport Charter Fishing
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organized by the U.S Navy. Actually it was Cory and his buddies who organized the trip
down to Westport for a little family fun and fishing. We got to Westport the night before
and headed to the docks at dawn. We were a little late and the charter operator runs out
of the shop and says " You're to late, the boats already gone!" |
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"Like heck (or something near that)",
we yelled. "Get on the radio and call it back!" We had paid a deposit, you see.
As it so happens, the captain of the boat was also late. In fact, he was following in the
car right behind us and we had taken his parking spot! So while the captain was looking
for a place to park we got our licenses and jammed down to the boat. Some of us wish we
had'nt made it. Going over the sand bar at Westport is never easy. After a night of
indulgence it's absolute torture! The sun was out but the waves were very high, and chunks
blew! There was a young Marine on the boat that had celebrated his 21st birthday the night
before, and he was the first and worst! He had the deckhand cursing! |
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even worse, the captain of the boat was new to fishing at Westport and had a hard time
stopping the boat over the fish schools. The deckhand was ready for mutiny after the third
time of pulling up the anchor to go around again, and told us the captain was a displaced
logger in re-training! The guys were totally sick and it was getting well into morning and
no fish yet!
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picked up anchor and struck out to "another good spot", where we finally started
bagging some seabass. Once the fishing started, we were pulling them in right and left,
sometimes two and three on one line. Everybody got their limit and we told the captain to
get us back to shore and don't spare the horses! |
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