Capt. Pete Bregant
03-04-2009, 05:42 AM
The cobia thread got me thinkin of days long gone. 1991, sittin at the dock at Rudee Inlet, no trip, very nice day, no wind, bright sky. My live well was full. My 10 year old son, Matt said he wanted to catch a cobia, Great Idea! Get my mate, and another that was not workin that day and off we go buoy hoppin. Told Matt to pick a buoy. No. 3 he shouted, and sure enough 3 cobes on the buoy. We land 2 out of 3 40 lbers. So we fish on hitting alot of buoys with no fish. Get to the 4a area, the water turns brown with cobes, biggest school I had ever seen, and they came right to the boat! Baits over and the slauther is ON! We had 3 cobes hooked up, my son yells for me to gaff his fish. I put the steel to a 50 lb. cobe that goes air borne, over my head, off the hook and into the cockpit! Little Matt, laughin his butt off, ran to the bridge to get out of the way of the cobe gone wild. He exlains to me that the fish ate his bait and just sat there so he thought that it was ready to gaff! After alot of cussin the fish was pushed into one of the fish boxes. Blood everywhere! We still had cobes all around us and kept on catchin, for 2 hours! Fish boxes full and cobes on the deck we call for others to join in, told them my location was the 4A. Well the other boats hauled ass SE to the 4A drydock! OOOPS, my bad! Wound up leavin the school of fish, tired and happy! Citations all around, with my son catchin his first cobe citation. We kept some to eat, sold the rest, my son paid for all his clothes for school and his school books that year.Jim and Paul had great story to tell the other mates. I was just happy to wack em and stack em!:D