In the 60 years since my grandfather taught me how to fish, I have fished in almost every way that you can fish (the exception being fly fishing).
I have fished freshwater in boats, on the shore, and from fishing docks. I have fished saltwater in boats, on the shore, and from piers. In all of these venues I never encountered the “problems” with birds like you have when pier fishing in whatever ocean you happen to be near. Freshwater fishing never has a problem with birds and ocean fishing never has a problem with them either unless you are on a “party boat” that is releasing offal to attract fish. This also attracts Sea Gulls but in that arena, they usually don’t bother the fishermen, they want the offal, not your bait.
Don’t get me wrong, in most instances I love having seabirds around because if they are out over the water, they tell you that there are fish in the area and where you can find them. Pelicans are especially good at this which is why I love them. When people come up and talk to me about fishing while I am on the pier, I often mention the birds and how they can tell you if the day will be a good one or a bad one for fishing. Most people, especially fishermen, don’t think this way.
Following is a short list of birdlife I see most often on piers followed by their pluses and minuses. Keep in mind that I love them all though some can be very pesky and one species can totally ruin a day of fishing.
As I mentioned in my last Memory posting (Encanto Park) after I found a good job, bought a car, and could afford to travel, I began to fish in many of the lakes around and outside of the Phoenix area.
Lake Pleasant was one of the newer lakes and the closest to where I lived. While I caught many nice Striped Bass, Crappie, and Perch in the lake, it was altogether uninspiring as far as looks go. It is essentially a big man-made puddle of water.
I also fished in Apache Lake, Roosevelt Lake, and Saguaro Lake which are all nice lakes where you can catch your limit of whatever freshwater fish on any given day, but for pure, awesome beauty, plus fish, you cannot beat Canyon Lake .
Though I cannot swim a stroke (something about the rocks in my head pulling me down), as often as I could afford it, I’d rent a boat at the marina and go out just to explore the lake. It is called Canyon Lake for a reason; the lake is in a canyon with waterways that branch off in all directions. Many of these waterways lead to a dead end only accessible by small boats where you can sit in your craft and stare up at the soaring cliffs that tower hundreds of feet above the surface of the lake. These spurs were usually very isolated, so I’d sometimes forget about fishing and just lay back in my boat and look up at the true magnificence of nature. It was in these moments that I often wondered if there really was a god who made this place and put me there to observe his/her handiwork. If so, I hope him/her knows that I was impressed.
During one of these lazy fishing trips, I heard the drag on my new Zebco reel (and rod) fiercely playing out. Picking it up, I realized that my gear may just be over matched since I could not, at first, turn the fish that had taken my bait. After 15 minutes or so of a back and forth struggle, the fish started to give in. When I finally got the beast up to the side of my small skiff, I realized that it was a “Submarine” Carp and I knew that I could not get it in the boat and that I would eventually release it but, still, the massive size of the fish made me want others to see it and to get some idea of how big it was. So, like Hemingway’s “Old Man And The Sea”, I hooked the fish up to my stringer and slowly, in deference to the Carp, made my way back to the marina.
When I pulled up to the dock, I told the attendant what was up and that I’d like to weigh and measure the fish. He took one look at it and agreed heartily. So, after we tied up, we hauled the fish into the marina where there was a scale. The Carp weighed 62 pounds and measured 44 inches in length, both statistics this attendant had never seen before.
When we were finished, we carried the fish out to the dock and released it. The attendant thought I was crazy, but I kept thinking about my grandpa and what he would do which was the same as I was doing.
Decades later, when I was a frustrated writer, ready to give up on the craft, I wrote a story about this incident called “Just Another Fish Story” which has never been published but did win a Blue Ribbon at the Ventura County Fair. That ribbon, along with a few more, started me writing again after a decade or so of neglect of my craft.
So, fishing rebooted my desire to write and thus created this blog.
What goes around comes around…
After ending my latest quest to catch something while surf fishing, I needed to stay on the Emma Wood State Beach side of town for a few hours so I could run an errand in the afternoon. Instead of just prowling around all the interesting shops in Downtown Ventura while I waited for the time to pass, I went over to the Ventura Pier during the interim.
The weather could not have been better for the way I fish and there were surprisingly few anglers around. I didn’t have my ultralight with me since I had not planned to use it, so I put the line on my Shakespeare ATS 350 reel & Shimano Saguaro rod outfit on the ocean bottom looking for sharks, rays, or a stray Halibut and fished over the side with my Shakespeare Contender reel & 8-foot Shimano FX 2803 rod. It is a pretty big outfit, big enough to haul in a 5-foot Tiger Shark, but it is not really suited for drift lining. Still, I had to use what I had on hand.
When it was time to go, my catch for the few hours I fished was 3 Mackerel, 1 Smelt, 1 Croaker, and the guy pictured above. I am not a crab expert but apparently a passerby was, he was also a lover of crab meat.
He told me that this is a Dungeness Crab which are very good to eat; he had eaten hundreds in his lifetime. He also asked me if he could have this one. I told him that I was going to let the guy go back into the ocean after I took his picture for my blog. As if he knew what was going to happen, once the crab finished posing for the picture, he scuttled sideways to the edge of the pier and jumped in which gave all of us observers a good laugh.
The now crab-less passerby stayed and we talked fishing. He is from Atlanta, GA, maybe a 75-mile drive from where my sister lives. He told me of a great place to fish which is about 4 hours from Atlanta but worth the trip.
So, I am thinking that maybe its time to pack up my gear and pay sis a visit…
When I surf fish in the Pacific Ocean , I always say that I am fishing on the edge of the world. If you lake fish, you know the boundaries of the lake and most likely you know the depth of it as well. When you river or creek fish, you know the boundaries of those waterways and you know that their water will eventually end up somewhere, maybe even in the Pacific Ocean .
Surf fishing in a ocean is different. Though you can look at a map or a globe and see where all the water is located on the planet, you don’t really understand the enormity of the oceans until you stand at their edges while watching the endless waves come rushing at you. It is a humbling feeling for a man as you hold your rod and reel in hand hoping that the water will give up some of its bounty while you dance with the waves trying to decide if you are getting a bite or if the expanse is just playing tricks on you.
That was how I felt this morning while fishing at Emma Wood State Beach in Ventura, CA. This was only my fourth attempt as surf fishing and, including today, I have yet to catch anything while fishing this way even though I always catch something any other way be it in a boat, on a pier, or at lakeside or riverside.
If the past few attempts at this sport, I went out trying to snare some Surfperch or Corbina even though I usually don’t angle for that type of fish. Both times I gave up after a few hours of trying to get the trick of fishing in the constantly moving sea which is not the same a river fishing where you stand on the banks and watch the water go by.
Today, though, I wanted to try a new tack, I decided to try to fish on the ocean side of the surf and not directly in it. So, I took my Shakespeare ATS 350 reel & 9-foot Shimano Saguaro rod with me and cast over the incoming surf. My line was baited with a 4-ounce weight, a large hook, and a big chunk of either Squid or Mackerel and still the ocean tossed it all about as if it were nothing. My bait was often missing or torn up when I reeled in but if a fish was after it or not, I could not say. So, again, I left after a few hours with nothing to show for my efforts.
This does not mean that I am giving up on surf fishing, I am just going to try another new tack the next time. Today, the tide was coming in for the hours I was on the beach but since I am not really interested in fish that come and go with the tide, I will go out on a day when the tide is going out and see how that works.
I will keep you posted.
After my amazing day yesterday, I decided to visit Stearns Wharf again to see if the fishing is really is as good as it has been the last two times I was there. I can now say that it is since this time I caught 33 Mackerel in 4 hours.
When I arrived at the wharf just before 7 AM, the wind was howling, and a low fog lay on the water which drenched the wharf. Because of the wind, and the way I fish, I had to cast my line in on one side of the wharf that I had not fished off before. At the Ventura Pier, that is the “bad” side of the pier (as I see it) but it made no difference at the wharf. Though I didn’t catch anything on my ocean bottom pole, I had plenty of BIG Mackerel to keep me busy. In fact, after a few hours, I stopped bottom fishing and rigged my Shakespeare Contender reel & Shimano FX 2803 rod so the line would drift since by that time the wind had abated, and the sun was shining. I put on a larger hook and used larger chunks of salted Mackerel for bait and sure enough, I started getting even bigger fish. They were not as large as the “submarine” Mackerel that I used to catch off the Goleta Pier, those were all 24 inches or longer, but most of the Mackerel I caught today were around 15 inches each. I wound up keeping 14 of them for bait and threw 19 back in with instructions telling them to send me a Halibut.
They must have ignored my orders since no flat fish were seen by me today.
After my last fishing adventure at Stearns Wharf in Santa Barbara, CA where I caught 40 fish in 4 hours, I just had to go back to see if that was the norm or if I had just caught the area on a good day. So, I went back today and though I only caught 14 fish in about 3 ½ hours, the Tiger Shark’s size and weight made up for a lot of that time.
Because of the wharf’s restriction on overhead casting, I took my Shakespeare Contender reel & 8-foot Shimano FX 2803 rod since I knew I could cast some distance with it even underhanded. It is equipped with moss green 30lb test Spider Wire line so essentially the rig is better suited for freshwater but then I like to fish with light gear, so the fish have a chance. That is why, in my mind, it is called sport fishing.
I arrived at the wharf around 7 AM and was surprised that there were no other fishermen out there. After about ½ hour of fishing as the Shakespeare’s line sat on the ocean floor with a large hook baited with a big chunk of Mackerel, I started catching fish on my ultra-light rig. I didn’t have the continuous action like I had last week, but I stayed busy, eventually catching 7 Mackerel and 3 Calico Bass; but more on them later.
A local resident, with his kids and mother and father, saw me catch my biggest Mackerel and, as I do with all kids, I showed them the fish and told them about it. That is when the father told me that I had a fish on my other line. I turned to see my Shimano FX 2803 bent nearly in half while the drag on my Shakespeare Contender reel hummed as it let out line. Once more I thanked my grandfather for telling me repeatedly to always secure my pole. If I had not done that, my rig would have been lost. So, I put the Mackerel down and took my rig out of its holder. That is when I knew I had a VERY big fish.
The way that the fish was fighting, I knew it was a shark as opposed to a Bat Ray or Halibut, the only question was what kind of shark did I have on the line? It pulled me down from one side of wharf to another which was good for me since that side was in open water away from the wharf’s pilings. As I battled it, a large group of tourists gathered and several people asked me what I had caught, I could only tell them that I thought it was a shark and that if my line held, we would know what kind it was. At first, I thought it might be a Shovel nose shark but the more I fought it, the more I thought that is was some other species. When the Tiger Shark finally broke the surface, people got real excited, including me. One lady was recording the battle, and everyone was taking pictures of the fish. Fortunately, the local man had a boat in the harbor and was an experienced fisherman, so I asked him to get my gaff out of my bucket. He had never used a pier gaff before, so he took the pole while I manned the gaff. He was amazed at how strong the shark was. We both figured it to be well over 5-foot-long and in the 150+ pound weight range.
After a few tries, I managed to hook the shark’s tail and at that point, the beast was played out. I fully intended to bring the shark on to the wharf but once it left the buoyancy of the ocean water, I realized just how much it must have weighed. Even with the help of the local fisherman, we could barely budge it and since I was going to put it back in the ocean anyway, I decided to just cut my line and let it go after I took a few pictures. I managed to work the gaff free then took out my knife while looking at the great fish that I had fought for the last 20 minutes or so, it looked totally exhausted as was I. I told all the tourists to take their pictures and when they had finished, I cut my line to much applause from the audience who watched it swim away.
Meanwhile, a Seagull ate the large Mackerel I caught and put down while I was fighting the Tiger Shark which I thought was tacky. For the rest of the morning, when it came near me, I scared the hell out of it by yelling “Thanksgiving” at it which made the tourists think I was insane and got a few laughs.
My last catch of the day was a Calico Bass which I was sure would be my dinner today but it measured 13 inches long, one-inch shy of the legal limit.
Still, it put up a hell of a fight on my ultra-light just like the shark did on my heavier gear.
I am sure you didn’t expect to see that word next and you would have a hard time convincing my wife and friends that this statement can be attributed to me, yet it is nonetheless true. Today was one of those days.
I can’t explain why I felt this way today. Maybe it was because I had “stuff” to do but when you are retired, “stuff” can always be done later. Maybe it was because I didn’t like the wind forecast; blowing as it was predicted would make fishing difficult. Or maybe I realized that I won’t have a day like I did the last time I went out: 40 fish caught in 4 hours.
Still, I went fishing.
The wind was as bad as predicted. The flags were nearly straight out all day. at my home base, the Ventura Pier, and though I only stayed for half as long as usual. I still caught four fish, all different species, but all small so the Skate, Perch, Croaker, and Smelt all went back into the Pacific.
I am planning an outing which will be an experiment that will combine three of my loves: Fishing, writing, and biking. This will be a first time for me so I don’t know how it will work out or if I will catch any fish, so stay tuned for the results.
I saw a “Shut up and fish” t-shirt yesterday at the Stearns Wharf Bait and Tackle shop which I was going to buy but they were out of Mediums so I will get one the next time I fish on the wharf.
In the meantime, my blog’s hats and t-shirts are now available in all sizes and many colors.
Get yours today and go fishing!
This note, this moment, is an adjunct to my last post about my fantastic morning of fishing at Stearn’s Wharf in Santa Barbara, CA. Even if you don’t fish, like the majority of the tourists who observed it, you may like it because it shows how I respect all living things, even those that I “hunt” with my rod and reel. I can only hope that you feel the same way.
When I arrived at the wharf, there was already a man fishing off of it. I said hello, etc. then I went about my business of catching fish. After 20 minutes or so of him seeing me catch one fish after another, he came over and asked if I had any bait he could have. I looked at the SEVEN lines he had out in the ocean and wondered what he was fishing with if he had no bait but I didn’t ask him why he needed any, I just gave him one of the Mackerels I had caught. A few minutes later, after he watched me catch more Mackerels and Calico Bass he asked me if I had a smaller hook that he could use to catch them. I had a Mackerel in hand so I showed him the size of the fish’s mouth compared to the hook he was using while telling him that the hook, the bait, and the fishing outfit had nothing to do with my catching fish. His blank look told me what I had suspected from the first, the man was seemingly Developmentally Disabled. He was high functioning but still at a loss about what I was trying to tell him. I have a degree in Psychology and I worked in the field for over 6 years, so I know of what I speak.
Still, I gave him a pack of hooks since I have hundreds of them. Over the next few hours, I threw a few Mackerel in his bucket so he didn’t have to ask for more bait. Then he caught the Shovelnose Shark I mentioned in my previous post.
After a few moments of hollering about his catch, I went over to see if he needed any help, only to find a TOURIST trying to haul in the fish. The “fisherman” was blathering on about his “bad arm” and asking anyone around to get the crab net he had so they could land the shark. When no one wanted to do anything and the tourist, surely out of his league, was looking stressed I fetched my pier gaff and hauled the fish in.
Before I brought it over the railing, I told the horde of spectators to back off, when they didn’t move, I got ticked off and told them that the fish was harmless but the gaff I was using would go right through their shoes—and foot—if they stepped on it. That got me a lot of space.
After I brought the 20 to 30-pound shark over the railing, I had to work the gaff out of one of the fleshy parts of its head. I have gaffed a lot of these fish, who are properly named Guitar Fish and I knew that I could get it out and that the fish would survive if I did it right, so I took my fishing towel out of my back pocket and put it over the beast while rubbing on it and telling the shark that it would be okay once I got the gaff out. No one said a word except the “fisherman” who was carrying on about his “catch”. I finally told him to shut the hell up and let me do what needed to be done. The crowd concurred and he quieted down.
It took a few minutes, but I got the gaff out with a minimal amount of blood which I sopped up with the towel. Then I picked up the shark and made a mistake.
Instead of just putting it back in the ocean, I asked the “fisherman” what he wanted to do with it. Was he going to keep it and eat it (they are edible) or should I throw it back? This decision clearly confused the “fisherman” and he started talking about having to ask someone before he could decide. I don’t know who this person was but I assumed it was his attendant who was nowhere to be seen. So, I put the fish over the rail with the intent of returning it to the sea. This led to a loud protestation by the “fisherman”, almost to the point of crying. So I handed him the fish and told him he only had about 5 minutes to decide or find whoever it was he needed to ask before the fish died. Then I went back to fishing, followed by most of the tourist who applauded me for my gentleness and respect for the shark, so I said a few words then went back to fishing, angry at myself for not putting the fish back in the ocean.
Later, I saw the “fisherman” carrying around the clearly dead shark with seemingly no idea what to do with it. I never did see who he was going to ask, which was probably a good thing, because he and maybe the “fisherman” would have gone over the rail with my steel-tipped shoes as propulsion.
When I moved from Phoenix, AZ to Santa Barbara, CA in 1979, Stearn’s Wharf was not open to the public. It was closed due to a huge fire that roared through it in 1973. It finally reopened in 1981 but by that time, the Goleta Pier was my fishing spot of choice so I never fished off the wharf before I moved to Ventura, CA in 1984.
Over the decades since then, the wharf has been open and closed due to another fire, storms, etc. and I heard mixed reviews about the fishing prospects. Some said it was fantastic and others said it was pathetic so today I decided to try it and see which side was telling the truth while knowing that BOTH sides could be right, depending on the weather, the skill of the fisherman, having the right outfit, and other factors.
Despite having been to the wharf’s website, I was still a little fuzzy about what it would cost me to park on it though that didn’t really matter since I was going to fish off of it for whatever it would cost me. I knew that the wharf opened at 7 AM and that the first 1 ½ of parking was free and that after that is was $2.50 an hour. So, I figured I’d just go in, fish for $5.00 worth of time just to see what was what. However, when I arrived at 7:15 AM, the gate was up and the ticket machine was not functioning, so I drove in while deciding to deal with any questions when I left.
My line was in the water for, at the most, 15 minutes when I caught my first Calico Bass. This is fish that you do not find around my home base, the Ventura Pier, and even though it was 4 inches short of the legal limit, I was thrilled since I figured that where there was one, there would be more and I was right. I caught 6 more Calicos in 4 hours but all were under the legal limit so ALL of them went back into the ocean.. After I caught the 5th one, I had the feeling that the same fish kept biting over and over again. Especially since this one winked at me…
When I was not catching Calico Bass, I was catching Mackerel as fast as I could bait up and put my line in the water. I actually lost count of how many I reeled in, but I know that I caught at least 27 of them with more after that, how many, I don’t know but I know it had to be at least 6 more, so let’s call it 33 Mackerel for the MORNING since I only fished for 4 hours. When I first started catching them, I kept a few for bait then began to give them to other fishermen for bait but it wasn’t long before everyone had plenty of bait so I started throwing them back in while telling them to send me a halibut. Not one of the ungrateful little buggers did as I asked them and I wound up getting no bites on my ocean bottom line. The closest I got to a big fish was gaffing up a Shovel Nose shark for a fellow fisherman. He’d caught it on the Mackerel I gave him.
I visited the Stearn’s Wharf Bait & Tackle to buy some salted Anchovies and was disappointed that they didn’t have a “Shut Up & Fish” t-shirt in a medium but I will check to see if they have any in stock the next time I visit the wharf because after today, I will definitely be back.
As I was leaving, fully expecting to have to argue my way into a smaller parking fee, I was surprised that my visit would not cost me anything since the city realized that the ticket machine had been malfunctioning that morning.
The nice lady attendant, just waved me out.