
By Stacy Barawed
I’d been wanting to book a trip with Captain Jonathon Smith and his crew for a while now, so when an opening became available on Sunday’s rockfish and crab combo on the Happy Hooker, I couldn’t pass it up. I boarded, amid the buzz of how epic dinner was going to be and how great the weather had been over the course of the week. No one was concerned about missing any football that day, but a few were concerned about their lack of preparedness, and I was one of them. “Where the hell am I going to put all my crab?” I pondered, glancing at the single 5-gallon bucket I had toted with me. This was going to be interesting. My thoughts quickly turned to the water conditions. It was cold and the boat was rockin', and I regretted not taking a double dose Dramamine that morning. The captain advised it would be a four-hour run to the Farallon Islands for the rockfish portion of our trip, so I settled into a corner of the captain’s quarters, silently fighting off the symptoms of seasickness, and slowly nodded off after pestering Captain Jonathon Smith with all of my questions as a first-time crabber.
Once we arrived at our spot, deckhands Greg and JT got right down to business. As soon as we dropped our lines, rod after rod was hit, the deckhands were scrambling, and you could hear squeals and cheers from all around the deck. The bite was so good, I didn't even have to tip my hooks with any sort of live bait and just used the bare shrimp flies that were tied on. That didn’t seem to deter the fish because less than 30 minutes later I had caught my limit with a nice mixed bag of vermilion, coppers, and canaries and had even upgraded several of the fish in my bag. The main attraction, however, was the crab - and we had a boatload of anglers as eager to witness the process of harvesting these creatures as they were to feast on them later in the day.