We tried to pick up bait at the whistle bouy with sabiki's, but kept having our hooked fish eaten by larger fish that either broke off the entire sabiki, or broke off one of the drop lines.  We managed a couple dozen live cigar minnows and one monster hardtail, so we headed off to "Grey Ghost" which was supposed to be 17 miles out.

Now, I ignorantly assumed that this was a real ship and not a ghost, but I never found it with the numbers on my store bought chart.  We decided to head 5 miles away to some other public bottom number and got under way.  Within a couple miles we found some great looking bottom and decided to give it a shot. 

We dropped the lines and immediately had a strong hook up.  Jeremy lands the 1st fish, with Stephen pulling in a close second.  The action never stopped.  Even the uninitiated were dropping to the bottom and immediately getting bitten.  We would drop, fight fish, drift during the fight, picking up one or two more fish as the decks cleared, then return to the original spot to drift again. It couldn't have been easier, other than dealing with the chaos of flopping fish, flying weights, blood (some even from the fish), and the repeated frenzy of pulling out & stowing cameras.

Much to Jeremey's chagrin, the big fish of the day came on the last drift.  As our bait & time got short, we decided to make one last pass.  Tim hooked up immediately with a hoss.  Jeremy tried his best to put some kind of voodoo mojo on Tim, as it was obvious his largest fish of the day bragging rights were in jeopardy.

Tim had dropped down a whole squid as we had no more cigar minnows.  After he hooked up, I decided to kill some time and drop a line myself, and caught the undersize snapper which I landed before he got his fish up.  We released the snapper only to have Flipper eat it before it got back to the safey of the bottom.  Oh well.   Tim finally wrestled his big fish up and it weighed almost 11 lbs..  Jeremy was right, Uncle Tim got him on this day.