Island Time
When someone talks about “Island Time” most people know it is slang for taking things steady and sometimes an excuse for being late. Well we weren’t late, we launched the boat right on the crack of dawn and were pretty confident of landing some nice Spaniards. Fair amount of run so a fair amount of fun you would think? After about 2 hours of trolling nice size gars with wog heads and then even running some Wolfie’s at different depths, things were looking a tad grim. We decided to anchor up and try a different tactic. Take it a little more easy and be a bit more laid back. Over went the jigs and up came some nice live baits. One was attached to a balloon and floated out the back while the other was threaded on to a 100 pound hand line and sunk to the bottom via some pretty healthy lead. We didn’t have to wait too long when the float started to make that familiar sound that all red blooded fisherman include in their tall stories. After 3 or 4 loops around the boat and some lucky moments involving the anchor rope a nice Spaniard was landed. A little while later the hand line began to spin like a second hand yo-yo until the brakes were put on and a nice size bar-cheeked trout was landed. Both lines were baited again and this time the hand line was the first to go. Unfortunately this bloke wasn’t going to be stopped as both myself and my big mate tried in vain to stop the underwater train. After that effort it was time to pack up and head for home but a new lesson has been learn’t ”Thank heavens for Island Time”
