So I think the place I left off was before the salmon trip on the Lovely Martha out of Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco. Don’t have pictures of the final result, but I think we walked off with 34+lbs of salmon. Two 12-13lbers, and we didn’t weight the smaller one.
Anyhow, if I could sum up how I felt about the Lovely Martha, well…you know what they say, a picture’s worth a thousand words.
Sure it was kind of a dark, no sun kind of day. But that was okay. Sure it was windy, but that was okay. We got soaked…half expected that. But more on that later. No, what ticked me off was the service. Rather, the lack there of. And the lies.
I should start at the beginning I guess. Called up a bunch of places trying to find somewhere I could go salmon fishing. This was Tuesday after memoridal day where the scored limits and were back in harbor by 11am. That’s right, limiting out in an hour or so of fishing. FREAKING STOKED. Totally ready for whatever salmon fight had. Landed that 12+lb goldfish on 6lb test line, figured I was finally ready to try salmon without wasting time & gear. I was hoping to go with the Tigerfish but they were packed. So I did some reading and wound up settling on Wacky Jacky, but she was booked up as well. She recommended I take Mikey/Mike’s boat (the Lovely Martha). So I called him up, and got a total of 5 of us signed up by the end of the week.
Come Saturday, I couldn’t wait to go on Sunday. Had all my gear, had made 2 runs down to fisherman’s warehouse to grab salmon ball weights and everything. Get a call from him, and I’m like FUCK YEA, CONFIRMATION CALL.
…only it wasn’t. Apparently there was going to be a combined wind chop & swell topping out at 15ft, and we had to cancel…scrambled to set up a jetty fishing trip instead.
We rescheduled to the next Saturday for the salmon trip.
I think I’m getting my trips mixed up, but I think what it wound up being was me, Chris, Olivia, Ying, and
I think we wound up with 1 crab and a large eel I threw back. Ying yelled at me when she got there explaining that was her hometown’s specialty.
I think I caught an underling too? I know I took a picture, but I have no idea where they went…/sigh :[
Anyhow, skipping forward to the salmon trip since I forgot the rest…