Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Cobia Charter

So once or twice a year, I find myself on a boat.  And every time I do, I feel weird.  All the space, the speed, the ability to see better and farther, and of course the smell of gas and machinery.  I got invited by my boss, Bob Shepherd, to go on a cobia charter.  So, along with his friend Fred Murray, we met up with Capt. Tony Horsley and went in search of the infamous brown clown.

I can't disclose where we went, but I can tell you this; Capt. Horsley knows his stuff.  We spotted over 40 nice cobia through out the day while taking turns in the tower.  The man does his job well.  I, on the other hand, sucked.  I had several chances and screwed them all up.  Being 12 feet, or maybe more, up in a tower is big difference from sitting on the surface.  Almost all my casts were over thrown and when I tried to compensate, I was either too short of off to the side.  Did I mention I sucked.

My boss hooked several and landed two.  Fred landed one.  My frustration was starting to get the better of me when I finally got a cobia to eat.  I watched the big beautiful fish give chase and take the bucktail.  I set the hook, and as the rod loaded, the tension suddenly disappeared.  I was tip wrapped.  I stared at the curled inch of braid on the end of my rod in utter disbelief.  The wind that was blowing in my face had made a loop over the first guide as I bounced the bucktail just under the surface.  It felt like a big fuck you from the fishing gods and I was left speechless.  In sharp contrast however, an amazing explosion of expletives came bursting out of Capt. Horsley.  It was as if he was fishing "through" me and couldn't believe what just happened.

And of course, soon after, the storm clouds showed up and the day ended before I was able to hook into another. 

Bob Shepherd

Fred Murray, Capt. Tony Horsley, Bob Shepherd and that guy who can't cast.
Even though I'm smiling, I really, really hate holding someone else's fish.
I really thought I was going to catch my first cobia, but at least I learned a lot from the experience.  I even thought of some things / places I can try on my kayak. 

One day...
I'm gonna catch that brown clown.


  1. You and me both Rob...At the same time I'm kinda glad I didn't get one in a boat. I want that kayak cobia.

  2. Just make sure when you get that kayak cobia to green gaff it.

    Oh and film it. I foresee a few million hits on youtube!

    I hooked one in the yak last week. But it came unhooked almost instantly :/

  3. Thanks Alex! Hope you land him next time!


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