Another Father and Son Outing

September 05, 2021 Hampstead 1 photo

Trip Summary

I'm pretty sure that, like a lot of captains, I look forward to trips where I'm taking a father and son for a day of time together, and (hopefully) catching some fish to take home to the family. There's something time honored to this particular kind of outing. Dustin booked the half-day trip via long-distance, between his work out of state and weekends at home. I told him the fishing was a little tough with the warm water, but if he could be flexible, we'd find something. He asked initially about mahi (dolphin), but I told him that they were currently a little too far offshore for a half-day excursion. The primary species for nearshore trips right now is Spanish and king mackerel. I mentioned that we'd also been catching some sharks, and he told me that his son would love to catch one of those! We started out working on the Spanish. It wasn't long out of the inlet before we hooked up our first fish, and several others followed. Once again, many of the fish were undersized, but at least they were plentiful. Eventually, we had four keeper fish aboard and multiple releases, and we had worked our way a few miles down the coastline. I asked the guys if they would like to switch it up and try slow-trolling for something bigger. Mason's eyes lit up as he asked, "can we catch a shark?" Fishing can be fickle so I hate to guarantee anything, especially to a youngster, but I told him we'd give it our best try. Thankfully, we hadn't had the baits in the water long before a hungry Atlantic sharpnose shark took one of the baits. The Atlantic sharpnose is a smaller shark, seldom growing much over 3' long, and they're plentiful in our area. They're also extremely good to eat, if you treat them properly after landing, and they can put up a decent fight for their size. This one was a shade over two feet long, but had managed to get one of the hooks in his pectoral fin. As a result, we had to fight him sideways, giving Mason almost more than the young man could handle. Dad had to step in at the end to help him out, but he got the fish aboard. I quickly bled it out over the side to protect the meat, and into the cooler it went. Mason got some high fives with his dad, and plopped down on the beanbag chair to recover from the battle. A little later, we picked up a very small blacktip shark. I called Mason to the rod, but he looked up from the beanbag and told me that it was OK, his dad could catch this one. After this, the slow trolling was not very productive, so they asked to go back and catch more Spanish. We worked back to the beach and started catching again. Six more keepers went into the box, and many more fish went back to grow a little larger. Dustin and Mason packed up at the end of the trip with a cooler of fish and already planning to make another trip.
Phillip Loughlin
Hampstead, North Carolina, United States
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Managed some fun before the wind came up
Managed some fun before the wind came up
June 10, 2026
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.
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