Dusk at the Dropoff
There are days when everything seems to fall apart and nothing seems to be able to go right. I guess that’s how Mikey’s mission to Brunei seemed to go especially with the weather……
For three and a half days, Mikey and the intrepid Mr Wong patiently sat out Tropical Depression Henry as it tangoed its way across the northern Philippines and built up intensity to metamorphose into Typhon Prapiroon.
For three and a half days, my laptop was tuned to the Satellite images of Prapiroon, praying that it would just bugger off north and leave us alone. For each of those days, the crew and I would troop down to the beach in the morning and afternoon, to glare at the horrible swell and spit into the blustery winds that whipped the sea with white caps.
On Wednesday night, we had a little dinner and powwow, with Ishak and Zul and we discussed what to do if the weather did not give us a window, the plan was to try some bay and mangrove fishing instead if there was absolutely no choice.
The next morning, got up, checked satellite feeds and weather advisories….. all of them were grim and there was still a small craft warning in force. Nonetheless, I headed down to the beach to do some work on the boat and look at the sea… Lo and Behold, the 2m swells and whitecaps had disappeared and the sea looked decidedly flat with a few widely spaced bumps. I called Ishak and we agreed that it was now or never.
I then informed M&W to standby their jig and bottom gear as I worked fast to finish the work on the boat. That afternoon, after juggling a bunch of tasks in between picking up the boys and loading their gear, I finally made a last trip back to the house to pick up my rods and the food for the trip.
4pm and we loaded my rods and munchies on the boat but still had to wait for Kahar to turn up to complete the mission team for the final launching. The crew for this mission consisted of;
Mikey (“Never Say Die” Aqua Saurus Tan),
Mr. Wong (Not the Fei Hong),
Ishak (Captain “Bring It On”),
Kahar (Captain “Uh Oh Am down to the Mono Backing”),
Sofri (1st Class Pirate)
DFM (I like Deepwater Goldfish),
& OF COURSE
The Superstar,
MR ZUL (PANGSAI FISH FXXXING MARINE).
The sea conditions heading out were miraculously calm considering the conditions just the day before, seas were running a 3-4foot nicely spaced swell that built up to 4-5footers as we got past 30km offshore and finally after going past the 50km tidal rip, we reached the 6 foot swell that was mercifully well spaced too.
Ishak pushed as hard as he could to get us to the spot 90+km offshore before dusk fell. We ran an average speed of about 65kmh heading out and the boat left the water a couple of times. It is a testament to Ishak’s lifetime of seamanship that he got us thru comfortably as he threaded his way at high speed around a few of the bigger bumps of water that we encountered.
As land receded rapidly behind us, Kahar grinned at me and went to the console to retrieve a half dozen precut stiff wire sections to make a few ranggongs for the trip. I pulled my terminal gear box out and supplied him with some Rosco swivels as Kahar proceeded to apply a pair of pliers to the wire. In short order, Mikey found himself holding a bunch of ranggongs for Kahar.
At 6.15pm, we arrived at the first area and as we throttled back to sounder speed and began searching for fish, I told the boys to rig to jig on the drift.
Wong and Mikey moved to the front of the boat, with Wong on his cutey black 665N and PE6 Wrex Combo and with Mikey calling out for his CB-One + 9500SS combo.
Ishak spent the next 5 minutes assessing the drift and then positioning the boat over a promising looking spot in the area. As I looked at the sounder I was 90% sure that as long as there was enough light, the boys would score on the jigs.
As Ishak called “OK, Go down”, M&W sent their chosen bits of metal plummeting to the bottom 415 feet below. I told them to work about the first 40 cranks only as the fish were marking the bottom quarter and I adjusted my Furuno sounder’s range accordingly.
The first drop didn’t score anything, so the boys dropped back and a few seconds later of pumping and cranking saw Mikey’s rod bend nicely and he struck hard twice to secure the fish. Just as my cry of “SUCCESS!!!” left my lips, Wong gave a grunt as his rod too bent over on something that started zapping drag off his 665… Double Hookup guys…. AND the best part is I got it on video….
After about 5 minutes of concerted pumping and cranking serenaded by the catcalls of my crew and I, the dynamic duo got leader in sight and Zul leapt to the front with the small AFTCO gaff in hand and just like that, 2 smallish 7kg AJs were boated.
WOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!..... After 3 days of utter frustration at the weather, the feeling of relief at putting my boys on fish on jigs was phenomenal and I guess the smile on my face was reflected in Ishak’s expression as he too had shared my anguish at the weather and the predicament M&W had faced.
After the customary first fish pictures, the boys started to jig again in earnest, 2 drops later Mikey’s CB-One once again bucked right over, this time on something much bigger and the crew whooped in encouragement, unfortunately as Mikey gained his first few cranks on the fish with the drags on his 9500 hissing in protest, a big 6 foot swell shoved itself under the boat and caused Mikey to slip as he struggled against the long rod and what must have been a 15kg+ Seriola. As Mikey lost his balance, he managed to grab the raised foredeck on the boat and he shifted his footing to fight the fish from a seated position on the foredeck, but misfortune struck again as his grip on the rod slipped too and just for a split second, the heavily stressed braid between his reel and the stripper guide touched the Stainless Steel reinforced edge of the boats gunwhale…. PIAKKKK!!!, bye-bye fishy…
With no spare spool for the 9500 and not wanting to tie another midknot on a spool that had just lost 400ft of braid, Mikey switched to another oufit… I’ll let him try and remember which one.
Sadly by then, the light had begun to fail and even the lumo tipped jigs did not seem to help. I think by then Wongsy had begun to “feel the pain”….. so I suggested to Ishak to prepare to anchor so that my restless band of pirates could break out the bottom rigs.
Stay tuned for the next chapter; "At Night Phat Things Come out".......
P.S. just one little teaser pic for the moment....![]()
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after losing 3 ranggongs…. I think we boated some 4 AJs in the space of 30 minutes, all of them biggish fish in the10kgs+ range. Mixed in with these were about 5 rubies of various sizes from 3-6kgs, but no other big mama specimens.



