
Three boats within a
fifty-foot diameter are surrounding a tight school of bait. Our boat is
one of them; one of the other boats has fishermen from New Jersey. Five
fly lines get fired into the frantic anchovy cluster. BANG! Five
hookups! Lines run and twist; lightning has struck! The lines are
looking like a giant cat's cradle. My friend Perry's line shoots under
and behind the Jersey boat's engine. The vessels edge closer together.
My line is now under the Jersey boat too and the reel is screaming.
Palming the drag isn't stopping the albie. The guys in the third boat
have a fish on too. They are trying to back their boat away from our
mess. One of the Jersey guy's albie shoots under our boat and out the
other side at about 400 mph. OK now it gets good. The
Jersey
fisherman throws his rod over to our guide/coach Benjie Hales and yells
"Take over!" Jersey decides -- This is too good! He wants to
record this on videotape so he grabs his camera and starts filming. Now
the three of us in the Massachusetts boat have Fat Alberts on but
Perry's albie is still under and behind the Jersey boat. Without
warning, Perry jumps like a marauding pirate with rod in hand onto the
deck of the Jersey boat and runs to the stern. Now besides being up to
our necks in albie problems, we're all laughing so hard that we can
hardly stand on the rocking decks. Perry somehow lands his fish. I land
mine and Benjie lands his/our New Jersey pal's fish from under the
bottom of our boat. The two guys in the unknown boat have backed away
and successfully landed their albie too. We give the rod back to our new
Jersey friend; pull Perry back safely aboard, high five everyone and in
the excitement forget to find out from the Jersey boys where we could
get a copy of that videotape for the replay. THIS IS BAITBALL!
THE BIG GAME The Harker's Island Fishing
Center is the core of the universe for fall false albacore fishing. The Gulf
Stream meanders in closer to the Harker's Island area than most anywhere
else near the North Carolina coast.
Of course, you can't go it alone. We duffers need a bit of coaching, in this case our guides are: Capt. Benjie Halsel of Nantucket, Harker's and Key Largo (this boy is a mover) and Capt. Chris Toman of Charleston, SC. These coach/guides fish these waters every fall and really know them. My fishing buddy, Perry, met me down there and proceeded, as always, to outfish me, even with the coaches' help. Perry, the intense, strong, silent type, says my problem is that I talk to the guides (and everyone else!) too much while he just keeps his line in the water and fishes. He's right of course.
EQUIPMENT IS EVERYTHING! You gotta have the right equipment! 9 wt. rods work fine although 10 and 11 wt. are recommended. "It's the way you bend the rods that break them." I was told by coach Benjie (and it works) "to point your rod at a running fish. Keep the rod straight even when they sound." That way your line and drag takes the stress not your rod. Of course those of you who paid attention in knot class will keep your fishes on -- the others will be wishing they had paid attention. Remember -- a bent rod is a broken rod.
But even with all the right stuff, and the best coaching that money can buy (Guides are about $400 to $450 a day per boat.) I still manage to play my own amateur game: It was the third time that morning that I had reached my hand into the screaming vortex of my Vortex. I had been warned! Yeow! *&%@#! Again my reel had become a tree-shredder. I'm not knocking my Vortex -- any direct drive reel would do the same thing under the circumstances. The incredible albie run had stupefied me once more. When the albie felt he was caught and shot across the shallows inside "The Hook" I reacted normally by trying to grab the reel handle to stop the fish. Nothing is normal here though. I still had two days of fishing. I hoped my throbbing fingers would unwrap the foil from the bagel that I had packed for lunch later. My thumb and first three fingers felt like they were slammed hard with a big hammer. Wow! That's fishing, and you gotta play hurt in this league.
The albie season runs from the end of September to the first weeks of December. The fishing is crowded and guides can be scarce. It's unforgiving on equipment and can be dangerous for the overly enthusiastic player (see Vortex above)! It is also one of the best times fishing that I have ever had and I'm already booked for the same time next year.
Kent Jackson is the Coastal Conservation Association of Massachusett's Communications & PR Director He grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio fishing for channel cat but catching mostly blue gills. Kent thinks anything he catches in salt water is exotic! He can be reached at: kmjackson@mediaone.net Join the CCA and keep Kent's salt-water dreams alive!
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