Wound Up with Wahoo, Tuna, and a Bermuda Fishing The Way it Should Be Experienced

As the &quotseason&quot wore down for most of Bermuda last September, I decided it was time to join Capt. James Robinson of Wound Up Charters, and see what fishing close to a random rock in the middle of the Atlantic had to offer.

The trip was thrown together with a few calls to friends and just before I knew it I was met at the airport by a shaggy haired barefoot Captain that I identified from pictures next to piles of Wahoo and grander Blue Marlin. Keith &quotAlltackle&quot Fraiser, and &quotDouble D&quot Doug joined me and James a tiny later, and we had been all set for our very first day aboard the Wound Up.

I knew from the very first time I observed James that we had been in for a deal with. James’ passion for fishing and attention to detail ended up extremely obvious from the get go, and his expertise and passion for both fishing and his island grew to become evident well just before the end of our journey.

Bermudians have a particular welcoming nature, and the islands beauty tends to make it a a single of a variety fishing location.

As the sun peaked about the horizon we created the mild ride previous Pompano Seashore Club and southward into the fishing grounds for the day. We set out a couple of bait rods, and prior to I could finish my breakfast the cockpit was total of commotion as the crew crammed the live well with bait.

James pointed us a tiny deeper and set up for the very first drift of the day. With a slice of the knife a tiny mackerel ended up overboard in two pieces, and the initial two wahoo of the journey confirmed themselves in just behind the boat. Mackerel amount two was following on the chopping block, but didn’t hit the drinking water until finally James hid a tiny metal treat amongst the meat.

With a striped flash of silver Keith and Doug have been hooked up and the battle began. In quick purchase two wahoo hit the deck and the so the day truly began.

Keith and Doug took turns in the drinking water for a swim, and they each got an up shut and individual watch of our quarry in their seemingly unlimited blue entire world.

I can’t recall how a lot of fish came to the back again of the boat that morning, but we put our fair share on ice, and watched James do what he does greatest….bloody the deck.

With our honest share of wahoo, blackfin, and yellowfin on ice, James made a call into city and produced an appointment with a tranquil cove and a little Bermuda tradition known as a &quotDark and Stormy&quot.

I’ve been on a lot of fishing trips in a great deal of spots, but I can honestly say that I’ve never ever had an executive chef make a dockside delivery of a bottom of rum, 6 pack of ginger beer, and clean ice. When I say a fishing encounter, I imply it.

James transformed the bait station into a mixing station, and we peaceful and talked about the days adventures even though drifting absent with a rum induced smile.

to be continued……