HALLEFUNDRA CAUGHT FROM A KAYAK
Gustav has been out on an adventure with his Hobie Outback and what an adventure our dear neighbor can offer!
Halibut, new PB and kayak best!!
I think I had the toughest drill of my life so far today!!
I woke up at 3 o'clock last night. Last chance to fish in the open sea with the kayak before strong westerly winds would blow up. But 3-4 hours ahead they had basically promised silence and I didn't want to miss that chance.
On the way out with the kayak, I met the boat with Andreas Berggren and Vernes Dragonjic . They had been fishing all night and were on their way home. It was quite tough and they had lost one fish and none came up.
I myself had 2 targets for today's kayak fishing.
1. A kayak-fished large cod for the KFE competition.
2. NUT Pour Pour Pour!!!
It is unfortunately quite bad for large cod close to shore. Most good spits for cod lie about 10 nautical miles out. After much searching, I only found a shoal of small cod a few minutes away on a small 60m cliff.
Perfect weather so it was easy to spot shoot the small shoal.
7-8 short drifts but I had to settle for 63 cm as the biggest fish out of 10.
As a by-catch, I got a small catfish in the beginning. For fun, I tried the exact same spot again. Boom!! A new Katt hit my dick right when I started to tap the bottom. It got to come home with me!
Searched further for cod but only found a shoal of cod. Completely freshly caught, just the right size, NamNam is for Mr. Halibut!
Put on the bait fish and splash into the water. Bait trolls 0.5-0.8 knots in 40-50 m depth. After just 15 minutes, it snaps in my 30-50Lbs Westinspö.
I don't have time to react before the creak of the Makaira 30W II sounds and the 5-6 meter line runs out at a rapid pace. Waiting 5 sec.... Soft counterstab!! Bottom nipple?
Completely stop and I turn the kayak and tighten the line but then it takes a hell of a ride!! Violent head shakes in the line and the fish pulls away 50 meters to the bottom.
Yup!! This can only be a decently large Hälle in about the same size I dropped earlier this week from the boat.
The fish pulls the kayak out into deeper water, but I manage to pedal backwards with the Mirage drive and also bring in some line in the end. After 10-15 minutes, the fish has calmed down a bit and I can start pumping in line and lifting it from the bottom.
Nervous minutes before you know that the hook fits well and all the knots hold.
3 rounds of rushes from the surface to the bottom 50 meters in a few seconds. Each time a little more slowly and not as explosively.
Finally the paw comes up. Leader touch = caught fish!
But you also want to have a picture and actually look at the fire. The fish lies nicely under the kayak at a depth of about 2 meters.
Collects loose line and prepares for another rush. Slowly I lift the fish in the claw ready to release if necessary.
Enormous power in these fish and you really don't want to get caught in the line if it rushes.
He comes to the surface and we stare at each other for a few shocked seconds! Damn what a big fish! Not 2 meters but quite close it feels like!
Adrenaline is already flowing in my body, but I still get even more heart palpitations!!
The healthy parts of my brain are screaming "Cut the rope! You can never do this"!!
But my angling psycho immediately takes over and cheerfully says in a cheeky hypomanic tone "Damn it's fun. Let's do this!!"
Ok mobile for photos... Battery out! Oops!
Hmm... I didn't bring a knife with me this morning either!?
I can't tether the fish out here in open water without risking the kayak tipping over
All that remains is to try to tow the fish in the line to land... Preferably all the way to the camp where someone can snap a picture before release.
The thoughts are spinning at hyper speed but not fast enough for Frasse (which I have now unconsciously named the flounder) pulls away again like lightning towards the bottom. But this time he can't bear to go all the way down!
I carefully tighten the brake a little more on the Makaria reel and slowly pump Frasse up to the surface water again. Once at a depth of 2-3 meters with the paw visible, I start pedaling backwards the long 3.5 km (about 2 nautical miles) away to the fishing camp.
I have now already fought with the fish for about 1 hour, the adrenaline levels start to drop and doubts wash over my thoughts from time to time. Am I really fixing this?!
I manage to maintain a maximum speed of about a knot backwards with Frasse in tow in the bow of the kayak.
A speed of one knot in two nautical miles means about 2 hours of pedaling and fighting with the fish before we get ashore!? Puff!!
So we struggled on, Frasse and I, for another two hours.
Sweat and lactic acid are just the first name of the adventure!
Frasse made a few short rushes on the way in but was otherwise decently obedient.
The hook sat nicely in the corner of my mouth, but the fear was always there that I would lose the fish!?
After 3 hours of fighting it would have been really sad to lose the fish.
In the end, we finally arrive at the camp. Every muscle in the body screams for rest.
Not a word out as most are still sleeping. There is a short rocky beach outside our accommodation and I set the course there. Manages to land the kayak without mashing the mirage drive and jumps overboard. Secures Frasse with rope and asks some tourists to go in and wake up my "lazy" Bananasmates in the cabin.
No, they don't wake up. I secure the fish with the rope outside the beach and run into the house myself and wake Jimmy Malmros, who almost falls out of bed when he realizes the situation.
He manages to take some nice pictures and measure the fish before we release Frasse to a hopefully continued carefree life.
We measure Frasse to 163 cm, which gives an estimated weight according to the table of about 50 kg!
Hope to see you again in a few years Frasse who should have grown to 180cm by then!