
The adrenaline seemed to sizzle in my brain. It was the kind of excitement that only saltwater anglers can understand. I was living the dream, helping California Dawn deckhand Mike Verrone work the deck during a wide-open bite right underneath the Golden Gate Bridge. It doesn’t get any better than that.
The boat’s decks were splattered with blood, squashed bait and destroyed terminal tackle. Dozens of seagulls circled, dipped and squawked overhead and there were probably 20 fish in the box. The bite was getting more intense with every passing minute.
Boats were everywhere dotting the rough water. By now everyone had heard about the bite and it seemed as if everyone had shown up from guys in tiny two man skiffs to full blown charter boats with their rails lined with anglers.
Captain James Smith deftly brought the boat around, hesitated for a moment picking his spot and then nosed the boat into the drift just in front of a series of big rollers that were at least 7 feet high. Our anglers were ready. Their hooks were baited with lively anchovies and they were awaiting the word from the captain to drop their lines.
“Hang on folks we’re about to take a couple big rollers,” I yelled. A beat later the boat lurched hard to port, then recovered, then lurched again.
The Cal Dawn’s big diesel engines roared in reverse as Captain Smith used them to keep the boat in the proper lane.
“Drop them, drop them now,” the captain’s voice crackled over the boat’s speakers. “There are fish all over the screen. Drop your gear to the bottom and then slowly reel up.”
Yells of “Fish On” and “Hook Up” erupted all around the boat. There were only two kinds of anglers on the rail right then, those that were hooked up and those that were tangled!
Mike was up front working with the gaff, while I worked the back.