Over­all the fish­ing was very slow but a quick 250 lb tail slap to the jaw of my 6’5″ 250 lb mate quickly sped up the heart rates of us all !

White Label

I recently wrote a brief bio on my # 1 pas­sion , sec­ond only to my fam­ily of course ! Well I reached a mile­stone in my life not often accom­plished by many , on Tues­day Sep­tem­ber 20, 2011, I fished Georges Bank! Not only did I fish it, but as a deck hand we caught Giants and I mean Giants ! Four friends on a forty-​​two foot Dixon that I inad­ver­tently helped the cap­tain locate two years ago in Glouces­ter, steamed 160 miles east of Marsh­field for 15 hours to catch the Georges bite. And catch we did!

Leav­ing in the early Tues­day morn­ing hours , we made our way in the dark­ness know­ing the worst and pray­ing for the best out­come. A Gale had swept off to the North­east less than a day before which delayed our depar­ture by seven hours. Arriv­ing in crys­tal clear blue skies and a 15 foot heave, we set our baits and let Mike Pratt do what he does best-​​FISH!

We got em and we got em good ! Four hours later we set our GPS for home, 160 miles to go, now West for this run. I vol­un­teered for the helm for most of the mid­night watch, junior man syn­drome, and these guys needed some rest. In some 100 miles I passed just four boats within a mile on radar. We chat­ted on Ch 11 for a bit just to con­firm a friendly well-​​being check.

The Dixon got us through some big and tightly stacked seas with no issues, quite a boat ! And oh yea, we grabbed some air more than once on some rogue seas only to be seen crash­ing over the wheel­house into the well illu­mi­nated aft deck. My kinda trip, and anx­ious to get there again.…

Thank guys!