September 2016 Voume 17 • Issue 195 | Page 43

O ur daily tradition is to leave Venice Marina with a Prayer asking for God’s protection and forgiveness. It is wise to ask by Russ Pylant Marsh & Bayou for God’s favor in all endeavors especially when venturing in to the deep blue waters. The crew laughs and applauds. Captain Peace pushes the throttle forward and the last bastion of civilization disappears in a flash. We arrive at the swordfish grounds gung-ho for a busy day of swordfishing. Captain Peace guides us to a deep water canyon where the swordfish likes to rest after a long night up at the surface feeding and soaking up moonlight. We made a drop to the ledge of a cliff with at least one thousand feet of water between us and the bottom. Then we wait for that legendary “tap” of the Jeff Vadakin Custom swordfish rod. We all watch the rod for hours hypnotized by the motion of the rod tip. Then we made another drop and another. Then we made a move to an underwater mountain and dropped on its peak hoping Mr. Stickface would be hanging around hungry for a snack. It was a long day swordfishing. We only had one bite and it was after 5pm. Suddenly one of the crew shouted “Hey there is some wood or something floating over there!”. I immediately grabbed our Diawa Dogfight rig with the Yo-Zuri Bull Pop floating topwater bait attached. We made a few cast and a school of small Mahi followed the lure back to the boat. The excitement went up a notch. Another cast and one explodes on the lure and gets off in the blink of an eye. Captain Peace could tell they were all small fish. As we get closer and closer to the flotsam one of the crew says “Hey, it looks like a raft of some sort”. Upon closer inspection it was pieces of bamboo tied together with twine. Is this Tom Sawyers raft or something from a tropical island that has been floating for years? Our floating trash became treasure as soon as we established it was clearly built by a human under circumstances that we would never understand. Was it to escape a deserted island? Was a refugee from an oppressed land? Was it simply part of a beach cabana from a resort in Mexico, Central America, Bahamas!? Captain Peace says “I bet Russ’ right arm there are some Wahoo on this raft!” so we immediately take the poppers off the Diawa Dogfight rigs and wire up a Bomber CD30 and a MirrOlure 111MR. Ten seconds later, we hooked our first wahoo! Michael Deris grabs the rod and the fish breaks free. Then the second rod hooks up a few seconds later. It was extreme excitement after watching a single rod time from daylight until dusk! Scott Grayson caught the first one then Chris Pollard landed one a little larger then Michael Deris made it back to the rod for redemption landing the largest fish. In a matter of about fifteen minutes we were done for the day with happy anglers and crew headed for the pass. I have learned a lot fishing with Peace over the years but one of the most important lessons is to never lose faith. We will find the fish if we keep making a positive effort and do all the small things that make a huge difference in the end. 43