fishing at Westport

August 07,2008 Jim and I went to West port charted a boat to go fishing. It was an overcast day a little chilly at 2am when we got up. We were on our way by 2:35am. We each packed a breakfast in case the restaurant was closed that Jim went to with Dick earlier this year or last year. We arrived at 4:15am found the charter office they moved down the block, got registered and looked for the restaurant which is no longer open in the am. We found the restrooms and a parking spot and got on the boat by 5:? am . The captain gave his safety speech and how to fish and I added no smokers around me or we would be going back to land and getting me to the hospital. We stayed at the front of the boat and the smokers in the back. We went for about 1/2 an hour ride or better and started fishing. The first few fishes were dog fish most caught in the back of the boat one in the front. Than my line (grandma) went slack and the guy next to me says start reeling you got a fish start reeling. Jim comes over (quickly) and confirms. I was reeling but felt like nothing was happening. They said it had to be a King with how it dove down. I fought it until my hands went numb and so I handed it over to Jim and he finished the job. It sure was a pretty fish and the the first keeper. After I got the use of my hands I started back (just a few minutes) and I got myself another fish a silver this time, once again I had to give my pole to Jim to finish bringing it in. I find this very frustrating to not be able to bring in the fish after fighting it so hard. I do at least get the good fight part. That was my limit but we all get to keep fishing until the boat has its limit. Cool. The guy on my left keeps getting dog fish. He did finally get his limit and than a 3rd also which was his largest and he does not get to have it. Good reason to take a spouse. I got my 3rd one and we went to the front of the boat and almost had it in but the deck hand does not get it, I turn my back and am holding the pole with my arms crossed in front of me as I have no use of my hands at all and I walk towards the front to try to bring it in to no avail. I give Jim the pole and he brings it in again. This time I am out for awhile as I got shocks going on in my back and arms and can not move a finger, kind of like a cartoon drawing. Jim gets that fish he is number 6. After things settle down enough I start again we are down to the 2 last fish to limit the boat. One is caught up front and than another but it is a dog fish and than some wilds are caught and have to be put back. I get another bite and it is fighting good I have to pass to Jim quickly this time as my nerves are not happy. Jim fights for a while the fish jumps up in the air it is nice looking to and it dives into the ocean and spits out the hook on its way those stupid barb less hooks. Someone else catches the last one and we are back in to shore 2+ hours early. Everyone got their limit and so Jim got my 3rd fish and than he is the first person that gets to pick out from the extra fish caught by those with their limits they have them all laid out nice for him and the deck hand says take your pick. Jim felt like a kid in a candy store and picked the biggest one. Jim did have one but lost it right away those stupid barb less hooks. He did get a dog fish or 2.
We get home Jim takes care of the fish and eats some for dinner. Tim took our picture with them (we are waiting for a copy to be sent to us). Monday Jim and Dick go back out there are 17 people on their boat (we had 13) and they caught a total of 5 for the whole boat. But they got to see a shark.
I catch and Jim brings them in we are a good team!!