Belated reports are better than no reports, eh? Well, here it is. Had back-to-back short trips on Saturday, starting with Sean, his wife, and their two youngsters on a 3 hr Kids' Trip. It's the time of year, apparently, and the short Spanish are all over the place. But we managed to pick through the culls (and the bluefish) and grab a small handful of keepers. The smiles tell the tale! Later in the afternoon, I did a custom trip for a group of young men who were celebrating the end of bachelorhood (three out of the four of them). Their charter earlier in the week had been cancelled due to the wind so I took them on for a blast of an evening. The Spanish were more cooperative and there were some bigger fish in the mix as well. Still, no giants in the mix. Highlight of the evening was when a king took off with a 00 Clark Spoon. It must have stuck right in the corner of his mouth because any other time they'd just bite it right off. Client stuck it out and after an impressive battle (all things considered), I had the fish all the way to the 20' leader. Unfortunately, that's when he apparently remembered he had a mouthful of razor sharp teeth, and he clipped right through that 30# mono. Fish gone. Spoon gone. Oh well. I expect they'll be telling that story over drinks for a few days! Sunday's booking bailed out on a gorgeous day, so I took advantage to get offshore with my brother. I was hoping to get into the dolphin again, but it was slower going this trip. Ended up about 28 miles off where we picked up one slinger and missed some peanuts right behind the boat. Leave it to me not to have a pitching rod aboard on this trip! Also managed to stick about a 15# king along with a smaller one, so at least we came home with meat. Long term is looking a little bumpy for the coming week and the 4th, but we'll see. I've got spots available on the weekend for nearshore, and some slots open for 3/4 day or longer next week (weather permitting).

It's reasonable to be skeptical of the forecast this time of year. For example, when I checked the NOAA buoys offshore this morning, I saw 2-3 foot swells, rolling gently at nine second intervals. I was pretty excited because that meant I could get my 3/4 day clients, James and Jay, out to the deep water in relative comfort. So, imagine my surprise to roll out into a brisk, 10-12 knot breeze, blowing up a sideshore chop that made every mile feel like a ride on a jackhammer. Instead of racing along at 30mph, I was beating into the head sea at about half that. Fortunately, I had a fallback plan so we stopped at an artificial reef about halfway to the original destination. I was marking a lot of fish in the spot, but they didn't seem very interested in my cigar minnows. We worked the area pretty hard until, finally, one of the long lines went off. Jay, the youngster, jumped on the rod and after a bit of back and forth, brought the fish alongside. I put the gaff down when I saw what was pretty obviously an undersize king mackerel (they have to be 24"). I reached down to see if I could pop the fish off the hook when I noticed the black dorsal fin. This was no short king, it was a hoss of a Spanish mackerel! We pulled through the area for a while longer with nothing to show but a short strike on the other top line. Finally, I asked if they would be up for making the run the rest of the way to our original destination, about 8 miles further out. After some consideration of the rising breeze, we decided to go for it. I don't think we had completed our first circuit of the artificial reef area when the long line went off hard. Jay, quick with the speed of youth, jumped at the opportunity. I looked back in time to see a hefty cow dolphin cutting acrobatics (aerobatics?) behind the boat. Jay followed the fish while I adjusted the boat to keep it in a good position. There was a good bit of give and take, but the fish finally came alongside and I sank the gaff and brought the beauty aboard. We made a few more rounds in the area when the other rod bent and the reel started screaming. A brilliant blue dolphin burst out of the water as James beat Jay to the reel this time. This fish also put up a classic fight, and despite a gaffe with the gaff, we were able to reduce this one to possession as well. It wasn't long after this that we picked up a full-grown Atlantic sharp-nose shark on the downrigger. Jay fought this one to a standstill, but not before it managed to cross the other lines. After deciding they didn't want to eat this shark (they're delicious and boneless!), I released it to swim again and turned my attention to the mess it had made. While I worked to clear the tangle, the wind caught the boat and spun it back on its own track. Suddenly one of the other reels was screaming. At first we were all excited, but then I realized that this wasn't a fish... the line was caught in the propeller. This is a potentially dangerous situation, as the line can bind up the prop and cause overheating. Or worse, it can cut the seals allowing water into the lower unit and making a very expensive problem. I killed the motor and raised it up to see the extent of the issue. It wasn't great. I spent the next half hour or so working to get the line cut and cleared. Under ordinary conditions this is a challenging process, but in the pounding seas and wind, it was all I could do to hold onto the motor, the knife, and my pliers. At one point, I was ready to give in and call for a tow, but the prospect of waiting for a tow to arrive from 18 miles away was too much, so I went back at it and finally got all of the line cut away. Fortunately, the motor started and operated properly. Nevertheless, we decided to move closer to shore just in case. We ran in and put Clark spoons out to troll along the beach. The Spanish were cooperative, and we put several in the boat, adding to the haul. Finally, the winds were getting to be too much. We had pretty much filled out the 8 hours anyway, so we hauled in the lines and headed for the hill. Overall, despite the challenges it was a really good day. But I won't lie... I'm sure looking forward to some glassy slick days.

Sometimes it pays to reach out at the last minute, which is what my little group did yesterday. On a spur-of-the-moment trip to the beach, they decided to try a private charter instead of their usual head boat trips. Fortunately, I had an opening for an afternoon kids' trip, so we were on! We waited out a line of thunderstorms and made it out onto the water at around 3pm. The wind had died out and the seas were beautiful and calm in the trail of the squalls, which made for perfect conditions to troll the beach for Spanish. On the downside, the storm had scattered the fish and driven them down, so we couldn't really count on feeding birds or surface feeding to find them... we just had to hunt. The hunting wasn't too difficult though, and we had our first bluefish before I even got my second line set out. It was no monster, but 14 year-old McKinley brought it to the boat like a seasoned pro. Throughout the afternoon, we hit the scattered blues and Spanish, releasing the blues in favor of the tastier mackerel. The little family just wanted enough for a nice dinner, so that's what we got. At the end of the trip, we'd released a small pile of bluefish and some undersized Spanish to send Amanda, Brandon, and McKinley home with eight, perfect-sized fish. The last I heard, the plan was fish tacos. I'm betting it went great! This is a great time of year to get out there and get some fish tacos for yourself! Come on down!

Had a 3hr Kids' trip last weekend, and sorry to say we didn't get on the fish. It's a bit early to be fishing nearshore, but I had high hopes for an early bonito or maybe a bluefish... but it wasn't to be. With that in mind, the season is just starting. With a regular half-day trip, we can get a little further offshore and by all accounts, it's hot and getting hotter with Atlantic bonito and even some early Spanish mackerel. Longer trips can get us out to the early kings. Nothing is ever guaranteed, but 2026 is officially underway and we're ready to get out there and get 'em! Come join us!

We've had another unusually warm start to the spring season, with March temperatures into the 80s! What does that mean? It means the ocean temperatures are starting to warm up too, and the early arrivals will be swimming into our local waters! This is the time to start thinking about Atlantic bonito, a great fighter, and maybe the best-tasting nearshore fish we get in this area (think sushi/sashimi quality). The thing is, these guys only hang around for a short while before moving off to the north. You have to get them while the getting is good. Right behind the bonito will be the Spanish mackerel (and some kings). We don't usually see them until later in April, but this warm weather can bring them along earlier. These tasty treats are our nearshore fishing bread and butter... plentiful, easy to find, and eager to bite (usually). With generous limits, you can often load up enough fish to feed the family and have a neighborhood fish fry when you get home. All of these fish are accessible on our half-day trips, and even on our Kids' Fun Trips. We're going to open up for bookings earlier than usual this year, so we hope to hear from you and we'll be tickled to have you aboard!

The ocean temps are dropping pretty quickly now, and most of the fish we're after have moved south, or out to the Gulf Stream. That means it's time to pull the rods and reels off the boat, clean and service all the gear, and take a break (although we're always looking for those perfect opportunities to head to the Stream). I want to send out a big thank you to the good folks who fished with us in the 2025 season. It was a pleasure and a privilege to have you aboard, and I hope to see you again in 2026. I will add that this time of year is a pretty great time for taking a boat ride on the inshore waters. Check out our listings on BoatBooker, and let us get you out there for a relaxing day with less crowds, less boat traffic, and lovely, cool weather.