Needed to get away after The Pig Party so I made plans to head North. First I had to make Jerky, wash Bad Pig and make up some Breakfast Burritos




Hit the road early Tuesday morning and was on my way Not much traffic going North.



I get all Giddy inside when I get close



Stopped at a spot on The Lower Owens, no luck, water was a bit stained too



Got to the house and the next morning I rigged up my gear, going to be busy the next few days



We tried a local spot close to the house and I got a player on my little Dock Runner setup I dropped him in the weeds but he swam away to fight another day !




The next day we did some exploring up to Rock Creek, so cool to find new spots




Lots of walking which was tough on my knee but worth the scenery  




Thursday was more of the same, lots of driving and hiking to great spots along the creeks. Found some holes that were holding fish. We explored from Mammoth to Tioga Pass up in Lee Vining  Even had lunch at Tom's Place again too.










Had a change of plans and came home a day early. I left at 12:30pm on Friday which I normally don't do but I figured I would be home by 7:30 that night at the latest........WRONG ! Got to the Cajon Pass at 5pm where the 15 and 395 meet and it was gridlock!!! The Freeway was shut down cause a motorcyclist got killed    I sat at The Pilot Truck Stop till 10:30pm   I could see the traffic on the 15 starting to move again so I hopped on the 15 South with every Semi Truck that was part of the mess and I got caught up in 2 more accidents on the way home     Finally got home at 1:30am.... 13 hours of BS      Oh well, still had a great time, will be going back next month but in the meantime it's time to get some blood on The Cyclops !

I've known about the banana trick for years and never ever remembered to bring a banana (at the same time as a knife anyway). Only jealous you got on 'em first. Super cool. Going out tomorrow to a pretty mullet heavy area and I am itching to try this.

It's been 2 years since I caught a local mahi and it's been that long since I made my macadamia nut encrusted mahi-stuffed avocadoes!

Well, I tried a little variation, and it didn't disappoint!

My buddy from Brooklyn called me out of nowhere about a month ago and said he was coming to SoCal with his girlfriend and her kids. Both of them are freshly divorced, and she somehow convinced him to head west. You need to understand, this man is Archie Bunker in every possible way. He's spent years swearing he'd never set foot in California because it was "full of fruits, nuts, and Libs." I figured the only way I'd ever see him again was if I flew back east. So yeah... I'm still shocked they actually came out.

They were only here for six days and planned to cram every tourist attraction into that tiny window. I couldn't believe their schedule when were they planning to sleep? They wanted to do the usual sightseeing when they came down to SD to hang with me for half a day, but I pitched a whale-and-dolphin run on my boat instead. If I was taking the day off work, I'd rather be on the water than stuck in traffic pointing at landmarks. They agreed, and the plan was simple: cruise the coast, find whatever marine mammals we could, then finish at the Barefoot Bar for drinks and lunch.

They're all Italian, which means two things: they love food, and they're always late. So I brought a couple rods, my bay bass setup and a big troller in case I stumbled into pelagics or yellows.

I got there a few hours early to squeeze in some bay bass fishing. I launched the boat, parked the trailer, and spotted a banana peel in the back of my truck. Who the f@ck put that there? I tossed it into a plastic bag, got distracted by a phone call, and—without thinking—brought the bag onto the boat. Great. The curse was officially onboard.



I fished for bass for about an hour and only got two short bites. It looked so good back there, but with time to spare I ran to the bridge hoping for a halibut. No dice.

So I decided to open up the Curmudgeon in the high‑speed zone. Hit 43.8 mph... any more trim and I'd be dolphin‑hopping. Then I saw fish jumping and boiling in the distance. All mullet. And all I had was a swimmy. No chance.

I didn't bring tackle, so I did the classic "Sasquatch" move and searched the boat for random hooks. Found a few rusty big ones and a tiny pack of trout hooks. No bait. Nothing usable. Then I remembered the damn banana. I'd heard rumors about mullet eating banana skin, so I grabbed the gill scissors and figured... why not?

I didn't even have a split shot. Just a small bronze hook tied to 10‑pound. I cut a tiny piece of banana, pinned it on, and cast. It hit the water and—ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ—gone. What the hell? Tried again. Nothing. Third cast—hooked a monster. Got it to the boat, tried flipping it into the livewell to keep the deck clean for my buddy's girlfriend and daughter, and snap... the hook broke.

I tied another and went 3 for 12 on mullet. If they didn't hit within a minute, I'd reel in and recast.

The first two I actually landed were the usual 14‑inch models.



Most just came unbuttoned, but two absolute units broke the hook on their initial runs. Drag was tight, but they were dumping line like crazy.

One even spooled me, so I chased it with the boat to get line back. Scooped its head with the bait net and dropped it into the livewell.

A two‑footer. Absolute tank.



I checked my phone and.... my buddy and his crew were already waiting at the ramp! Time to boogie.

The trip with them was great. We found tons of dolphin and sea lions, and they were fired up. Total success. But honestly? The cherry on top was battling those monster mullet. I still can't believe how powerful they are. Next time I'll bring peas or something else—anything but a banana. That was a total accident, and I'm not risking that curse again.

Until next tide.

Glad I have a good guy. His shop is next door to my wife's shop. Does good work and we get a good neighbor price.

I hate mechanical issues ... Especially brakes.

Glad it was sort of taken care of. Hopefully that's the end of it.

As I pulled up to my house after work Monday, my brakes were making a horrendous metallic crunching. Looked and there was damage on the rear left rotor. I did them 18 months/20k miles ago so what's up?

Took the day off Tuesday to meet up with mechanic, replaced pads and rotors. Thankfully autozone honored the warranty so only paid labor. Weird heat spots and one of each side's brake pads were ground completely down while the other was totally healthy.

Drove to work today (Wednesday) and when I got off the freeway I heard clunking. WTF! Caliper lost a bolt! Mechanic is mobile and came out to fix it. First he was like "no way that's my fault! Gonna have to charge if I come out" then sent him a video of pushing the caliper around and he said "I'll be right there..."


No charge. He was in my work parking lot at 0645 and out by 0730. Apologetic but he's certainly fallen on my list of preferred mechanics.


Been some real bullsh!t. I still think I should replace the rear calipers if they're dragging like that. Or something. Something needs to be done but I'm gonna put it off for a wee bit.

Happy hump day!

I was too, but the price for the reel and battery was really good so I pulled the trigger.  I didn't want a bigger electric since I already have one, but I specifically wanted one for using the smaller jigs in deep water. 

I'll keep everyone posted on the reel's performance, but I guess I need to get the electrical to the trolling motor fixed now. lol

I was curious about that one. Hope it works out well!

I just picked up a new electric reel for those 300-500 foot critters.  Smaller electric reel holds 322 yards of 20# braid which is perfect for what I do and for those little jigs.

With my shoulder falling to sh!t again, I feel like I given myself a little more time!  Perfect for the little bait trolling and deep water rockfishing.  I just tried it and it's one cool little unit!



Only time will tell!