The Gulf Stream
This has to be a short entry, because I’m no expert on The
Gulf Stream. I’ve only spent a few days
out there, but from what I’ve experienced, it might represent my special
wilderness. I’m fully alive out there. Driven by global-scale planetary energy
balances, timeless, tireless and
seemingly endless, virtually untouched by humans (except for fish-concentrating
detritus!), the Gulf Stream’s clear, pure purple water is accompanied by a stiff
easterly breeze on the best days, delivering possibly the cleanest air in North
America. No wonder it’s so invigorating!
And then there are the fish.
Flying fish are simply cool. To
me eye, they’re more bug or bird than fish, because I see them in flight. They’re fun to watch, fascinating to contemplate,
and their appearance means predators below!
I’ve not had any encounters with tuna yet, but those predators could
also be (among others), dolphin fish (mahi), king mackerel, or sailfish. The kings have provided most of my action; they’re
sizeable, speedy and flashy, and they’ve provided a few awesomely explosive
surface hits on free lines and kite baits.
But between their impressive dentiture and with big-eyed scad going for
$8 or $10 a piece, so far they’ve been mostly an expensive distraction. I’ve gotten just enough taste of mahi
(literally) to know that I’m not done with them. They’ve been largely absent or hit-and-miss
in my limited time, and so I know I haven’t gotten my chance to fully
appreciate them, yet. Regardless, unless
I’m down to my very last bait in a sailfish tournament, kings and mahi are
welcome to crash my spread, anytime.
And then there are the sailfish, the primary target of most
of my offshore sessions. Sailfish might
be my perfect game fish. Sails are large
surface feeders that can be matched to fairly light tackle of your choice. They’re seasonably abundant, and not too far
offshore of Florida’s Treasure Coast.
Sails are uniquely beautiful, and they provide an aerial fight combined
with astonishing speed and power. Finally,
they’re very releasable. Other than for
the issue of accessibility, what could be better? Perhaps a marlin, simply based on size, but
when does the balance of the experience tip away from fun, and toward work?
My pursuit of sailfish seems realistic (if only very
occasional). I’d love to take Numenon to Palm Beach and give it a try
some winter. Common sense, time and
money all indicate that this probably won’t happen, but I think she deserves a
shot at a fish as long as her transom. I
know I’ve got many of the bases covered between my sets of striper and salmon
gear. I can see which rod and reel
combos would go where, different variations of home-made teasers running off
one downrigger, live baits in the Bait Saver flow-through bait well. I even know what Numenon feels like at an 8-knot troll with chuggers, because I’ve
practiced on Whitefish Lake. I’m
ready. She’s ready.
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