Archive | May, 2011

Paying Dues

31 May

White seabass season always depresses me. Mainly because I know it means I’m going to have to dive cold, murkey ass, swell filled water for hours at end in the hopes of just a tiny sighting of a gray ghost. I have a love/hate realtionship with white seabass, and I’d have to say it leans more on the hate side because of the hours I spend chasing the damn things.

To be fair, I lucked out and shot a nice fish early in the season, mid fourties and a male at that. The fish are definitely getting bigger each year because I’ve never seen so many big males! After that it was a long dry spell. I probably did 10-15 dives from shore and boats with only a single sighting. Then to add insult to injury when I was away at a conferecne I found out that the season went into full swing, my buddies hammered them for a week, those bastards! As my jet touched down I checked conditions and saw that the wind and swell was up. Great timing.

On Monday I completed my normal work routine and then scrambled my gear together and headed out for a shore dive after work. As I stood over the cliffs and looked down I saw waves pounding the shore but there was a spot in the middle that looked like a decent entry. I told myself that I have dove in worse, and I kept telling myself that as I suited up and threw my gear over my shoulder. I guess I was partially right because when I got there I slid into the water easily and began the long kick out to the kelp beds.

When I got there I was disappointed, the swell and wind had turned the bed into a chocolate milk bath. I worked the beds the best as I could with limited five foot visibility, I didn’t even see any opaleye! After about an hour I started to feel a tiny bit seasick so I started my kick back. When I rounded the corner I immediately was concerned, I saw a big wave break on the outer reef and send up a twenty foot splash on the rocks. I paused and looked and my entire route was screwed up, any pinnicles were now boiling with with froth, there were waves breaking in the kelp bed as well. I had to kick all the way around everything and when I got close to shore I noticed that the swell had picked up to about 3-6 foot waves. Because it took me longer than anticipated it was also getting darker faster. This is not good.

I worked my way to about 20 feet from shore, right before the waves started breaking. I started timing the sets and when I figured it was time I kicked like mad towards shore. Or so I thought. The undertow was so strong it simply pulled me back to the ocean and dumped me in the worst possible place, right where the waves were breaking. I ducked them and kept pushing and every time got pulled back. I was thinking of going perpindicular to the undertow like you do in a rip current but that would mean that I’d have to face the breaking waves right on the bigger, sharper rocks on shore. I was stuck there for a good ten minutes and then my left leg cramped up. I tried to straighten the fin to un cramp it and then the right leg cramped up as well. Shit I was going to drown out here. I tried to uncramp both calves while I unbuckled my weights a bit because I thought I might have to ditch my gear, my gun had the floatline wrapped around it so I figured I could let it go and get it back later. I figured the only way in was to body surf one of the smaller waves in and hope I didn’t get dashed on the smaller rocks, I could ditch gear if I had to, you can always buy new gear.

My legs were still toast but uncramped momentarily, I kicked with a different method and rode a small wave in, took a few bumps but ended up lucky. I sat on the shore in darkness and watched the entire cove erupt with waves and swell. As I slunk back up the long hill in the darkness I made a silent promise to myself to never ever dive in those conditions again.

I had arranged to take four days off for the rest of the week so I could at least attempt to get another seabass. Yes sometimes freediving is more important than work although my boss would disagree.

A glutton for punishement, my buddy called me and invited me on his boat for Tuesday afternoon. Swell models predicted smaller swell and a bit of wind and as we came out of the harbor noticed that the swell was quite a bit bigger than that. At one of the first spots one of my buddies got a nice fish about 25 pounds. I still hadn’t seen any fish and we kept working spots until we got to the cove that I was out the evening before. Visibility was better, maybe 10 foot and I heard some croaking so I followed it to a small reef. I dropped down into the water and saw bait nevously twitching next to the kelp. At the end of my breath hold I saw a silver fish cruise through the kelp, I extended my gun, took careful aim and the squeezed the trigger and the shaft slammed it right in the face. Headshot! Then my line went slack and I thought, shit how did I miss that fish at such a close range? But I saw a glimpse of it’s silver body spirling around and finally felt the shootling line move. Although th fish wasn’t stoned it was definitely hurt and didn’t even gain any line, the shot was good so I pressured it and landed my first fish of the month at 32 pounds. Not a whopper but a decent fish by any standards.  I saved a chunk for dinner and then gave the rest to my family.  When I got home one of my other friends called me and we made plans for a trip Wednesday.

Wednesday morning found us cutting through much smaller swell on the way to yet a different spot. Condtions had changed drastically, where we had ten foot visibiliy the day before we now had clean blue water, I could not believe it had cleaned up that quickly. We stopped at a kelp bed and I could clearly see the anchor line hitting the bottom of the sand patch 40 feet below. When I dipped into the water I was blown away, it was absolutely amazing. I saw schools of kelp perch zipping thru the top of the kelp. Bait was stacked up on the outer current, sargo were croaking their short croaks, and calico bass were everywhere. Monster opaleye boomed out of sight everytime they saw me. The only problem was I thought it might be a bit too clear and the white seabass might be extra sketchy and would see us before we saw them. I worked the outer bed first, this was where I’d sometimes see white seabass laying under the kelp in the currrent but I only saw big barracuda swimming around. It didn’t matter because I was having such a g reat time swimming thru my aquarium. I rounded the bed and started making dives in the corner. I had dropped down and was considering whether or not to take a big barracuda and suddenly saw a mosterous fish cruise right thru the edge of the bed. I held onto a kelp stock and waited, surely it could see me and would bolt at the last second. I slowly swung my gun towards it and as it turned I dropped the shaft right thru it’s head. This fish was hurt but not dead so it dragged me a bit but never got past my shooting line. I dispatched it and in doing so my knife blade snapped off right in the fishes skull, dammit! Luckily it wasn’t wrapped up too bad in the kelp so I unclipped the shooting line and untangled the mess. I clipped my carter float to the fish because my stinger was tangled up and I swam it back to my buddy’s boat. My buddy had not scored a fish yet, so I got my rail gun for some reef fish. As I was working the calicos I rounded a corner and ended up in a kelp room. On the bottom only ten feet from me was a monsterous female that appeared to be asleep. Too bad the limit is only one! I watched her for a while and then she woke up an flipped a u turn in a microseond, it was impressive to say the least! As it boomed away I went to the surface for air and as I was breathing up a 30 pound class male slid right under me. When we got back to the docks I unloaded the beast I shot, it looked much bigger but the fish went 50 pounds. Wow! My coworkers and family were estatic, the fish disappeared quickly as the first one the day before and once again I only kept a small portion for fresh sashimi myself.  By the way, never, ever eat the stomach portion of a fish as sashimi unless you check it thoroughly for worms!

Thursday I found myself on yet another boat trip, I was dead tired from the day before but with great conditions and limited time I wanted to make the best out of my remaining days before I get married at the end of the month! I have never shot three seabass on three trips so I figured I’d at least get some time in the water. Conditions were good but not as great as the day before. And the fish were sparse as well, we didn’t have any sightings at all until we arrived at yet another kelp bed towards the end of the day. This bed was very dark, somewhat murky, the kind that seabass love to hide in. Even the bait on the inside was limited, but whatever makeral I saw was skittish and made mad dashes away from me. I worked my way slowly to the inside, if anything being tired slowed me down and improved my breath holds. There were giant schools of sargo here, some of the fish were decent size and I thought about taking one for dinnner. As I pressed forward I saw a huge shape form, it was golden in color and definitely a croaker. But as I raised my gun the school broke up, it was about ten sargo in a line that made them look like one big fish! I had to laugh about that one, it was like something you’d see in a cartoon.

I was still smiling and I kicked towards another part of the bed where I’ve seen fish before. It was quite a distance away but I was enjoying myself and was trying to decide whether to shoot a sargo or calico. I took a deep breath and dropped downwards to about twenty feet and started slowly kicking into a kelp room. As I entered the room I was astounded to see a mammoth seabass resting on the bottom hiding in the shadows. This one woke up in a hurry and as I extended my gun it started to take off. I lined up the shot and pulled the trigger.

5/16” of stainless steel and one of Mori’s famous slip tips streaked out of my custom gun and pegged the fish right above the lateral line. I thought maybe I had stoned it but immediately the line streaked out and I already had my floatline zipping through my hands. I applied a bit of pressure but the fish was almost to the end of the line so I clipped my gun onto it and started following the fish through the kelp. The fish was going nuts, it zipped and wound its way thru ever possible piece of kelp in the thick, matted bed. I applied more pressure and was steadily taking a ride, this fish had a lot of muscle and wasn’t going down that easily. I finally found the fish tied up in 20 feet of water, thank god it was shallow! I saw it spinning around the kelp and it looked absolutely huge, I was out of breath so I tried to calm myself down and then I swam down and dispatched it. I was really glad that I had replaced my knife from the day before because otherwise I’d be in big trouble. The fish had wound itself all over the place, even in shallow water it took me a good fifteen minutes to cut it out and I was absolutely exhausted. My gun was tangled up in another part of the bed so I had to swim with the fish thru all of that mess and I worked my way back to the boat. Once again as I was on the surface I saw another 30 pound fish go right under me. I had to laugh to myself. When I got to the boat I saw one of my buddies with a fish on his belt, it was a nice fish about 30 pounds but being a smart ass I asked him why he was shooting the little ones and he laughed as well. I grunted and pulled the fish onto the boat and it hit the deck with a satisfying THUNK. We gathered around with silent satisfaction, the fish was so big it woudn’t fit in the bait well. That’s a nice fish! I leaned back on the seat and we fired up the boat and headed home in flat seas with a beautiful sunset at our heels. It was 12.30 am when I finally got home after cutting up fish. I had taken four days off this week from work and was originally planning on going out on Friday as well. But my suit is torn again, and it reeks of a disgusting mixed smell of fish slime, blood, and piss and my car doesn’t smell any better. I’ve had a phenominal three days and it’s time to clean up my tattered house and attend to real life responsibilities like a normal adult.

By the way the final fish went 55 pounds. I kept more of this fish and now my freezer is stocked so there’s no reason to go out again, and I keep reliving each of those shots. Those and other memories are what keeps me going every seabass season.

Yep I still hate white seabass…

btw, the pictures are of different fish, 32, 50, 55 lbs. The last two pictures are of the two biggest, I happened to shoot a 3lbish calico on both days . MMM calico bass!!



One Ring to Rule Them All…

28 May

Now that I’m three days away from getting married it’s starting to hit me.  No, I’m not getting cold feet, I’m really  looking forward to this next phase in life.  My fiance did almost all of the planning for the wedding, I wanted her to have her fantasy wedding.  So for me the only major thing besides the construction going on in my house was to pick out the ring and the suit.

Much like a lot of things in my life, the suit fell in place.  I’m always in the right place at the right time, I’m just really really lucky in that regard.  Lea wanted to get married on the beach of Puerto Vallarta, on a private island on the sand during the sunset.  Because it’s a tropical climate, a tux or a black suit was pretty much out of the question.  Other grooms had worn a lighter linen suit, off white or sand in color.  A few months ago I finally found one at a store, it was fairly ineexpensive and on sale.  But we were so busy with the remodel that lea didn’t have time to see it.  So I let it pass and figured I’d get another one later.

It turned out when we finally got time to go look at suits again (about five days before we left for puerto vallarta) we went to the same store.  Of course the suit was no where to be found.  I was pretty dejected and while wandering through the special sale rack I saw a gleam of light colored linen.  Low and behold, there was my suit and on an even better sale!  The suit cost me all of about 75$ or so, cheaper than if I had rented it!  Since I fit pretty much off the rack I only had to get the pants hemmed up and I was in business!

The ring proved to be more of a challenge.  Ever since I was about 28 or so I had an idea of what I wanted in a wedding ring.   I wanted something in the style of a hawaiian heirloom ring but not in yellow gold. I wanted some specific fish and other things on it as well.  I really liked the durability of titanium, it’s lightweight and strong.  But no one could engrave what I was looking for because titanium is harder to engrave and no one could cast it.  I did come across one goldsmith that made rings with a few gamefish on them, tuna, bass, etc.  But when I looked into the process, it turned out these were precast fish that were fused onto the side of the ring, the rings were also very expensive. Since I’m a marine biologist and a freediver, my hands are in the water a lot more than the average guy.  I also do a lot of building of different materials and resins at work, it would pretty much gurantee that any ring that was not engraved would lose parts of it.

It was a stroke of luck when we went to the fishing tackle show in long beach.  We go every year and I remember seeing one vendor that had really unique money clips, I had talked to him in the past but had forgotten about it.  This year we were there again and on the way back to the cars one of my friends saw some rings in the case and called me over.  As I glanced over I noticed tuna, sharks and mahi mahi on one of the rings.  I began to talk with the owner, it turns out he casts his rings and doesn’t just precast the fish and glue them on, it’s all one piece. He can also work with platinum, gold or silver.  To say I was immediately interested was an understatement, I chatted with him about the possibility of making a custom ring, he assured me whatever I could draw he could cast.  His images also have a 3D effect to them and are not just flat images.  We made an appointment to see him the following week.  His name is Jon Pettey, he’s a custom goldsmith and his website is, he’s located in Orange, Ca, and his work is very reasonable.

In the mean time I worked on a simple graphic of my family crest, not all folks of Japanese ancestry have family crests but mine happens to possess one.  I wanted a spearfisherman and ended up with a freediver image that was based on Jimmys graphics from  I also chose two other sea animals.  All of the images meant something to me.  The freediver of course is my passion.  The family crest from our clan.  The shark being the apex predator.  The tuna showing power and grace.  The inside of the ring is engraved with my name and my wifes name along with our wedding date (no excuses about forgetting the date!).

This ring is part of my soul, and I cannot wait to wear it every day.  It’s something that I’m very proud of, something that we planned out, and something that I’ve wanted for a very long time.  Should we be lucky enough to have children I intend to pass it down to a generation of new freedivers.

Now I just have to be patient and wait it out a few more days


Humble Spearfishing Beginnings

27 May

This was an old essay I did a while ago, if you’ve read it too bad because IDGAF.  A lot of gear has changed since then as did my boat which I sold a few years ago before buying a bigger one.  Spearfishing has ruined my life ;).

Humble beginnings.

It’s been a while and I can’t remember when it exactly all started but I do remember how it started. Back then I was selling fishing tackle at one of the local tackle shops in Gardena where I grew up. I was still on scuba because the idea of freediving seemed as far away as the moon. I had heard about freediving but had no interest in it, I could barely hold my breath for a minute static back then.
It all started because we were on a trip to the sea of cortez and my then boss had brought along his three prong. We fished in the bay off shore right in front of the house and caught and released tons of spotted bay bass. And in the heat of the summer he showed us how to spear mullet. You pull the rubber back, grab the polespear and aim and let go. Bing! I hit more rocks than I did fish. When I finally got those prongs into a mullet I was pretty pleased, we had fried mullet that evening.

A few years passed and I was talking to one of my buddies about getting a speargun. We really didn’t know much about spearfishing back then but he recommended the JBL explorer 22 and that was the xmas gift I requested from my then girlfriend. The gun came wrapped for xmas and I tore off the wrapping paper like an excited kid receiving his first bb gun. I could imagine myself shooting those mullet the next time I went out! You would think that would have made me start out spearfishing right away, but I still had not really gotten into the whole idea of freediving and I was still heavily into rod and reel fishing.

Several years later one of my buddies had gotten the freediving bug and was what I considered a bonefide freediver. He had long fins, a 100cm rabitech speargun and a low volume mask. He also had purchased a 13’ Boston Whaler boat and would get some nice kelp bass. Once in a while he even got smaller white seabass. My first trip was on his boat with scuba gear and my JBL. We hit one of the breakwaters and on the way out I still remember bumping into Rick Rhodes (his daughter Kimberly won several gold medals in the olympics with the shotgun) because he told us there were gigantic halibut in a certain spot out there. Rick used to co own a biological collecting company and he was in the water all the time. That day I was the only one who could get down that deep because I had the tank and dropped down. The water was murky and cold and as I crept close. BOOOM a gigantic explosion in the sand blew up in front of me. Then I’d move to another spot. BOOOM. That happened about three or four times, I never even got close enough to the fish to make them out. I was so lame that I didn’t even get any kelp bass because I couldn’t get close enough to them. I started to spear some perch. My buddy laughed at me and said leave those poor fish alone. I tried making fish tacos out of them and they sucked ass so I never shot any again. By the way I still wasn’t hooked.

A year passed and my buddy again invited me out, he said he knew a spot where there was a reef that had a lot of fish and the visibility had been good. But I had to freedive because he didn’t want to scare away any of the white seabass that might have been around. I agreed and we loaded up his whaler and headed out, it was a painful ride. We hit the reef and the first thing I did the whole roll over backwards into the water just like they did on Sea Hunt. My buddy scowled and said I’d scare away all the fish doing that.

I looked like a mismatched underwater clown. I had on a colorful 7mm scuba wetsuit, scubapro jetfins, a black hood, and big 7mm dive gloves and a blue framed mask. And of course I lugged my JBL around. I’d shotgun clear my snorkel and noisily splash underwater.

It was an entirely different world down there. Big schools of perch would come up to greet me (they were safe after my failed fish taco experiments), garibaldi steadily guarded their nests, and I could make out kelp bass and some sheephead guarding the reef. I raised my gun and BANG the spear noisly clanked out and tagged a sheephead. It was about four pounds and by far the biggest thing I ever shot. I didn’t even had a stringer and had to swim all the way back to the boat and throw it over into the gunny sack. Then somehow I lost the tip to my speargun.

I was pretty bummed, here I was on my first real freediving trip and I didn’t have any speartip. My buddy came over because I was treading water to see what was up. I told him and he grabbed my gun and shaft and handed me his rabitech. We argued about it because I didn’t want to take his gun and in the meantime he managed to drop the shaft and it went thru the slide ring down to the bottom.

Well that was that, we couldn’t find the shaft so he handed me his gun and headed back to the boat. The rabitech had a single 20 mm band and I placed that gun on my hip and tried to load it. And tried. And tried. Dammit I couldn’t even get close! So I headed back to the boat and my buddy showed me how you have to chest load it, he loaded it for me one time and I headed out.

I dropped down to about 20 feet which was my maximum depth that I could dive down at that time. I lined up on a nice sheephead and pffft the shaft shot out and nailed that fish from about 15 feet away. I was amazed at how quiet that gun was. I swam the fish back to the boat and asked my buddy if I could try it one more time. He agreed and I struggled to load that gun and finally got it to the first notch, made a drop and promptly nailed a 8lb sheephead. Yep you guessed it, I was finally hooked. I told my buddy that I was going to get into freediving but I’d probably stay with my gear I had now and he laughed at me. Shit he was right.

I bought a rabitech 110 and my buddy took me out a few more times and each time I tried to learn as much as I could. Or maybe I should say that I had to “unlearn” everything I had previously learned about scuba diving. With freediving I learned you had to be as quiet as possible, especially for white seabass. My buddy recommended an online site and I logged in there every free moment I had.

My JBL gathered dust as I took that rabitech out every chance I got. I was hitting the local areas anytime I could find decent condtions, one time I did 14 or 15 days straight. I never saw any white seabass my first year but the following year I made up for it by taking my first lobster freediving. The second year I began to improve and become more quiet. They say it’s your first white seabass you’ll never forget but for me it was my second. The first one was a scrawny 29” one that I took just below the surface and it never really took any line. But the second one I had to stalk. It was one of those days where the water was fairly clear, calm and almost looked black from the surface. I calmed myself down and flooded my snorkel and wound my way to the bottom of the kelp forest. Seniorita circled my head like a crown, opaleye nervously approached me and then darted away. And far out in the distance I could make out a shape about three feet long sink away in the shadows. I had to close the gap and let that arrow fly, I wasn’t even sure I hit it until it started peeling off line and then after I dropped the gun and followed it I had my first real white seabass.

A lot of time has passed since then and a lot of gear has passed thru my hands as well. I learned that spearfishing is a pretty damn expensive sport, I was and am constantly buying guns, reels, wetsuits, fins. Through the internet I’ve met guys who I consider icons and legends, some are record holders, some can drop down to 120 feet on a single breath, and some even swim with white sharks. I’ve hooked up and speared with a lot of guys that started out like me and share my passion.   I got to see the fish print of Bill Ernst’s record white seabass (the thing looked like a freaking dinosaur). I’ve talked to gun manufacturers and own guns such as hammerhead, rabitech, poseidonsub, spear-diver, and wong spearguns. I bought an old boat off someone I knew and spent almost every single week spearfishing locally. I’ve shot a few decent sized white seabass, yellowtail, kelp bass and even dorado. I get to swim with black sea bass, schools of yellowtail and even schools of white seabass. Every year I learn something different, every year I meet different people and every year I get a little better at spearfishing. My goal is to be able to hit that magical hundred foot mark within the next few years and to get an underwater breathold of over 2 minutes with a gun in my hand.

I am pretty fortunate for all the opportunities that my spearfishing friends have brought to me. Spearfishing has pretty much changed my life as I am sure it has for a lot of you. You guys should think about that when winter comes and we start razzing each other (always humorous to read). And especially you new guys should really think about what you say and post and how you talk to the others on the board, especially guys you don’t really know. Because some of these guys know more than you can even scratch the surface on and later on and you never know when you might need their help on rigging your slip tip or figuring out how far to lead a tuna.

As for me I can’t wait to get rid of this freaking bronchitus and get back into the water where I belong. I’ve got a new gps/fishmeter coming in as well as new navigation lights for lobsters season. Last week I spent the weekend replacing the hubs/bearings on my trailer and added new rims/tires and trying to make it as bulletproof as I can for the upcoming year. I bought two new guns, two new wetsuits and I’m just hoping that the yellowtail really havn’t left the island because I can’t wait to line up that stone shot one more time…

These are all old pix, most were of my first fish or first big fish.

The first day of the rest of your life

26 May

Blogging is new to me, my fiance (who will become my wife on Monday!) has been doing it for a while.  Since I love to write, I’m hoping it comes naturally to me.  My blog will be a mixture of a lot of things, relationship advice, humor, food, cooking, friends, cars, home improvement, and especially, FREEDIVING/SPEARFISHING.  That’s my favorite hobby and we’ll get more into it later…

One of the things you’ll get to know about me if you really really get to know me is that, well, uh…, I’m odd.  Not odd as in “special”, but odd as in you never really know what’s going to come out of my mouth and it might be a bit awkward.  That’s because I learned at an early age that if you don’t speak your mind you will go through life with regrets.  Plus let’s face it, some people just need to be told to STFU.  Another thing is I come off as stuck up when I first meet people because in reality I’m really really shy.  I usually just observe how you act and what you’re like before I start chatting with you, it’s not that I think I’m all that. It’s just that more than likely I don’t know what to say.

At any rate, here’s my philosophy in life that has served me well.  Get a pen, you are going to want to write this down because it’s complex and plus you might be dumb and apt to forget things that are important :).  My philosophy is…DO WHATEVER YOU NEED TO DO TO MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY.  I realize that this is not grammatically correct and I put 2 TO’s together, if that bothers you then you need to stfu.  What is important is that you need to realize that life is short, I figured this out when one of my favorite aunts passed away the same week my dog, Midnight passed away.  You never know when the grim reaper is going to come knocking on your door so guess what?  You’d best be having the best time of your life NOW.

What that means is do what you like to do.  Hang out with who you want to hang out with.  Work where you want to work.  Date someone NICE.  I’m not telling you to do something illegal or stupid, you have to live within limits.  But like I was telling my friend today, you don’t want to end up at some lameo job the rest of your life hating your every hour there.

I love my job, we’ll get into it later but basically I’m a marine biologist.  I get to wear shorts every day, I have cool coworkers who don’t hate me (or at least I think that which is good enough for me), I have a nice lunch hour and I work at the beach so I can even swim during my lunchtime and if I’m not out diving chances are I’m riding my mountain bike along the coast during my lunch time.  I have three cars (no I’m not rich, they are older mostly and I wrench on them myself from time to time).  I’ve got a small boat for diving.  I have a crappy small house with a bitching functional kitchen with a cook island.  I have some toys including the baddest ass spearguns you’ll ever see.  I have a beautiful and sweet fiance.  I have two dogs who love me and a great family who raised me.  I’m fortunate, but I’ll be the first to say not every day is a bed of roses, let me tell you that!  But for the most part, I’m usually very very happy and I look forward to work and to seeing my friends.

Remember that, life is too short to have regrets.  If someone annoys you, don’t hang out with them.  If your significant other is not close to being your true love, its time to move on.  And remember, find a job you like, don’t get stuck in a lame one just because it pays the bills.  Start doing things that make you happy (as long as it’s legal dammit).  The more you do this, the more you’ll realize that I’m right and then you can start sending me money :).

By the way, here’s a pix of me and a fish.  We ate him, if that disgusts you then stfu.  Remember, I’m not here to judge you and I don’t expect you to judge me either.  The greatest thing about the internet is you can always click to another page.

The fish is a 50lb white seabass.  That fish is not white, nor is it a true sea bass.  Most of the things named in the ocean are probably named wrong anyways so get used to it brother!  It was decent eating and I ate a piece of it just today, I’ll publish one of my stories on diving on another date.