Springers for Ghost Face & Crew Unknown…..
April 10th, 2010
Here is the write up that was sitting in my email box when I returned home from work tonight. Now THIS is what I am talking about. Participation is rad. Great work, Ghost.
Words from the angler…
M. Murray aka Ghost
“I’ve never experienced anything like yesterday. I would bet that every boat owner in the greater Portland area and Vancouver had their boats out on the Columbia. A conservative guess would be 400+ boats but there were probably way more. I have driven over the Sellwood Bridge, I-5 and 205 and witnessed hog lines. The crazy deal with yesterday was that all these hog lines were anchor free and drifting. It was a circus…don’t these people have to work:)? With that said we did witness consistent hook ups on boats all around us as my captain and his first mate took care of all the necessary riggings. We did experience a Bermuda Triangle in the drift that had everyone and their mother cluster-fooked with consistency. After the Fire Drill was taken care of our luck did change.
Being that we are in close conditions to other boats our Captain did start bull-sh*tting with a soloist next to us. Shortly after asking how his day was going our rod in between them got buried. Needless to say that conversation was abruptly stopped as our first mate later stated “all hell broke loose.” My captain aka my guide successfully hooked said fish and passed the rod to me aka the non-paying grateful client. The first word out of the First Mate’s mouth was “You know you will never hear the end of it if you do not land this fish…no pressure.” As the Peanut Gallery clue’d me into to correct procedure for landing said fish we were rewarded with a solid 10+ pound, bright as can be, sea lice ridden keeper.
This certainly raised our spirits. The Captain and First Mate adjusted our set-ups with a few tricks that they had up their sleeves and we where in the game. We had another rod bender probably 30 minutes afterwards which produced a carbon copy of the first fish. Our confidence was at peak levels and our senses on high alert. Instead of all the other yahoo’s we watched pulling in fish we turned into the lucky bastards. Our Captain eloquently put it…”It was our time.” With only one more to go before the limit was set the deadline for our departure was determined as there were outside priorities off the water. It really didn’t come into play as the last fish hammered the set up and was hot, or pissed, or looking to get back to the Pacific. The first mate mentioned it might be a native and the Captain asked why he would jinx the fish like that…I found it quite amusing but it turned out to be a keeper and it was the biggest of the bunch.
Hat’s off to my Captain as he rolled through tight conditions, a consistent barrage of the First Mate’s “suggestion’s” and a newbie who might have gotten in the way a couple of times.. I am confident he would be fine for me stating his boat’s name but I will keep him anonymous to protect the innocent (Until he reads this and comments on it). Good on ya…
Below is a Full Coffin…”
Mark Murray aka Ghost Face Killer
