Cobia Fishing Mayhem at the CBBT (Part I)

This past June, Captain Steve Kelley invited me for long weekend trip of cobia fishing near the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel, also known as the CBBT, near the Mouth of the Chesapeake Bay where it empties into the Atlantic Ocean.  This was my second trip down there in search of cobia.  We also hoped to perhaps catch bull red drum or a jumbo black drum. 

A beautiful sunset near the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel

This trip wasn't my first to the CBBT area in search of cobia and drum.  Steve has a great amount of experience fishing the area, having landed many huge bull red drum and cobia over the years.  Although we didn't catch any cobia or drum on my previous trip, I had an absolute blast.  On this trip, however, Steve had one main goal, to put me on my first cobia.

If you wish to read the details about my first trip to the CBBT, you can read about it in the blog posts listed below.  Any trip that requires four posts of details has to be memorable for me, and it certainly was.  I hope you enjoy delving into my past CBBT trip by visiting the posts below:
CBBT Part One - Night of the Shark

CBBT Part 2 - A Day for Jigging and Drifting

CBBT Part 3 - Fish or Cut Bait?

CBBT Part 4 - Chum Bucket Action

We arrived late in the afternoon only to find that the local bait shop was closed.  COVID may have played a roll, but, basically, another business bought them out, and they weren't ready to open for business yet.  We purchased some bait on the way, but we still needed more bunker to get us through the trip.  The first bait shop had some, but not much.  After that, we scouted out some back bay areas in search of good fishing spots to jig for flounder or puppy drum.  

The weather outlook for our first fishing day was pretty dismal, with high winds predicted, way too much for Steve's boat.  Normally, in situations like that, he'd fish for flounder or puppy drum in the back bays.  But, after checking into the motel room, we searched our Navionics app and found some deep water channels with ocean access behind the barrier islands, and wondered if anyone ever caught bull drum or cobia in there.  Why not, right?  So, we thought we'd give it a try.

The Chesapeake Bay and Ocean were too rough for our first day, so we fished behind the barrier islands and found wave conditions acceptable.  It was windy, but not that bad.  With lots of structure, deep channels, and oysters everywhere, there should be fish?  Right?

Since the weather was pretty snotty, and we had a long ride down the previous afternoon, and, we couldn't get out to where we really wanted to fish, we didn't feel the need for an early start.  We put the boat in and cruised around while watching the sonar, looking for fish on the structure that we found during our research.  

We found one spot with a hard bottom where the tide seemed right for dropping chunks of bait to predatory fish that may be lurking below.  Steve and I set up and baited six rods with various baits that attract cobia or drum.  We didn't catch any cobia or drum the first day.  However, we caught seven sharks in the three to five foot range along with three large rays.  

This was one of the smaller sized sharks that we caught during the first day.  We brought this one into the boat for a picture, but most of the sharks caught on this trip were released at boatside with a hook-out release tool.   

The shark in the photo above was netted for a picture.  Unfortunately, it bit through the netting material and managed to get it's head stuck in the net.  It made for a lousy picture.  But, these guys are so strong, neither of us wanted to bring another one into the boat, much less handle these toothy critters.  And, I think that this was the smallest shark that we caught all day.

Oh yeah, another comment about that picture...yes...I had COVID hair!  It was tough to find anyone that would cut my hair during the weeks preceding our trip due to virus business restrictions.  And, when news of the virus first came to light, I was already in need of one.  I had it cut short after the trip, but man, I sure had the Jimmy Houston look!  I hate having long hair!  

The funny thing is that the beard is also a result of COVID.  Prior to the virus, I had been clean shaven for several years for the most part.  When was the last time that I had a full beard?  During my last trip to the CBBT in 2017!  I started growing this one in March, and I've had it ever since.  My wife hates it.

At the end of the day, it really didn't matter that we didn't catch any drum or cobia.  Yeah, it would have been fantastic to find and catch drum and cobia at a new spot, especially a spot like this that's protected from wrath of big waves on big water like the open bay or ocean.  For now, at least we were able to catch big fish.  Heck, we weren't even sure that we could get on the water!  As it turns out, it was plenty of practice for cobia or drum fishing, and I'd take catching three to five foot fish over smaller fish any day, even if they were sharks and rays.  The bigger stingrays fight just like a cobia, with multiple runs that take you a few times around the boat.  It was great practice for juggling rods without tangling lines to land big fish like that.

When fighting really big fish, like cobia, you want to keep as many rods baited out there as possible, and try to fight and land your fish without pulling the other lines in.  Why?  Often, when one cobia hits, you might have another one on really soon.  They often travel together with others alongside sharks and rays.  So, after landing any kind of fish, it's important to get another line out as soon as possible.

Another way to think of it is that, how many times have you fished for other aggressive species, like bass or stripers, and had multiple fish in a frenzy trying to steal your bait from a fish that you're fighting as you bring it near the boat?  The fight of a big shark, ray or cobia might excite other fish into striking.

One more thing about this kind of fishing.  For the most part, all of the fish caught were "our" fish, because fishing for them requires a team effort.  When fish strike and rods go down, you take turns fighting and catching fish.  Sometimes, depending on extreme circumstances, you may have to pass the rod back and forth, and share in fighting the fish.  That's how hectic it is fishing for these beasts.  Technically, when the Captain does all of the research and work leading up to the strike, even the fish that you fight should be credited to the Captain, at least in my opinion.  

The only exception was a rod and reel that I brought and kept rigged.  For the most part, I fought and caught those fish.  Not because I'm selfish, rather, it's because I fish with a right handed baitcasting reel, meaning that I crank with the right hand and hold the rod with my left hand.  Steve, on the other hand, fishes with left handed baitcasting outfits, so fishing with my gear feels awkward to him.

And, even then, technically, Captain Steve, especially when he was teaching me the ropes of cobia fishing Steve style, did most of the work, should get credit for those fish as well.  Therefore, the fish, especially the first day, could all be considered his fish.  After all, he picked the spot, set the boat into position, anchored, set up and dropped the chum bucket, rigged most of the rods, cut the bait, etc. for most of the day.  It's really hard work.  You get the point.

I don't like being the fishing guest that never wants to help.  I want to pull my weight.  I wanted him to fish as much as me, and I wanted to share the work load as much as possible.  That's what good fishing buddies do.  So, take note, this is a huge tip.  If someone invites you on a trip like this, learn everything you can and help as much as possible.  Share the work load.  Because, if you don't, you might not get another invite.  If you do, most likely, you'll be back out there again.

When you're a newbie at something like this, it's understandable that you may hold back because you may not want to mess something up.  There is a learning curve, like anything else, if you've never done it before.  But, watch and learn what your captain does.  Be a sponge.  After a while, offer to try to do something that he's been doing, and you'll get the hang of it.  Until then, ask for help on other things, or ask questions to learn.  Ultimately, it will help you become a better angler, and a better fishing pal.

We got off the water about an hour before sunset.  Steve wanted to get back to the motel with enough daylight so he could cook dinner outside on his portable grill.  He had a couple ribeye steaks soaking in one of his favorite marinades, called "agua negra".  His recipe is basically soy sauce, lime juice, pineapple juice, spiced with cumin and garlic.  Actually, it's Cindy Kelley's recipe, her take on a recipe made famous by the Chevy's restaurant chain.  She modified the amounts of each ingredient of the recipe to near perfection.  Steve expertly cooked the steaks so that they literally melted in my mouth.  Oh my goodness, that steak was awesome.  He would have made Chef Gordon Ramsey proud.  

Hey Captain, you're reading this, great job cooking dinner!  I've since used his recipe several times to wow my family's palate.  It works well for steak or chicken.  That meal along with a beautiful Eastern shore sunset really set the tone for the rest of the trip.  The best is yet to come.

Cindy's version of the Agua Negra recipe.  It's delicious.  Marinade for at least an hour,  but the longer, the better.  The marinated meat is best when grilled, but is also excellent when broiled.

Cindy's recipe combined with Steve's grilling mastery!

The weather the second day was perfect, with light winds and overcast skies most of the day, and a little bit of rain in the morning.  Steve's boat is a small center console 200 horsepower bay boat with a full front deck with a trolling motor on a bass boat style hull.  He's comfortable taking it out in winds up to 10 miles per hour, or a couple miles per hour more depending on the wind direction, but it really depends on the waves.  Anyway, the light wind prediction enabled us put the boat in and go anywhere we wanted to fish around the bridge or the mouth of the Bay to the Ocean.

This time, we got an early start.  It was dark when we put in at the ramp.  Steve was stoked to be able to get out and fish his favorite cobia spot.  Steve's boat topped 45 miles per hour on the way to his honey hole.  Once there, we stopped, set the anchor, dropped the chum bucket, baited up all six rods, and cast them out.  The outgoing tide was ripping, perfect for his fishing technique.  It didn't take long for the first rod to slam down.  Line peeled off of the reel as the drag screamed.  Could this be our first cobia?

When we rigged up earlier, Steve encouraged me to grab the rod on the first bite and and fight the fish, which I did.  After a nice fight, I was able to get it near the boat.  It was another sandbar shark, about four and a half feet long.  Steve released it at boatside with his hook out tool, and I proceeded to grab some more bait.

Meanwhile, as I reached for a chunk of cut bunker, another rod went down and line screamed from the reel.  Steve picked that one up, and before I could get rod number one baited, another rod went down.  I grabbed that one, and we both fought fish, a double!  It was crazy.  We had to pass each other, make sure our lines weren't tangled, and also make sure that we didn't get tangled with the other lines that were out.  Both of us made trips back and forth past each other.  And both fish turned out to be four foot sharks.

We caught one shark after another, with several doubles on the day.  The final shark count on the second day alone was a mind boggling 66 sharks caught! 

Now we had 3 lines not baited, and 3 in the water.  No sooner did I get the bait on one did another rod go down.  Line whizzed off the reel lickity-split.  Steve yelled that it may be a cobia.  Cobia are known for having one blistering run after another, often leaping way out of the water.  They tax your tackle and create panic in the boat because one mistake could result in a lost fish.

This fish went on one of those runs.  Steve finally brought it to the boat, but neither of us were able to get a look at it, and then, of course it took off like a shot.  It didn't even act tired.  This fish hooked up on one of his heavier spinning set ups rigged with a piece of cut bunker.  Again, he pumped the rod up, and reeled down quickly while keeping the line tight, and gained enough line back to the reel and, once again, brought the fish back to the boat.  

The second run nearly brought the braided line to the backing, so He was glad to gain that line back.  Thinking that this was a big cobia, I reeled in the other lines to get them out of the way.  Then, we got a look at it as the beast neared the surface.  It wasn't a cobia this time, but rather, a massive stingray.  After wrestling with the behemoth ray, he finally got it near the boat.  I grabbed the rod and he grabbed the hook-out tool, and expertly released the fish.  You have to be careful to avoid the poisonous barb at the base of their tail.

We caught several species of stingrays, including this cownose ray.  They put up a heck of a fight, and deserve respect as a game fish, in my opinion.  They are so strong.  It's best not to try and bring them into the boat for a picture, and practice boatside releases.  They have a nasty poisonous spine at the base of their tail.  It's not worth tangling with that.

Sometimes, with really big fish, you have to bring in all the lines, bring in the chum bucket, and let the anchor loose that is fitted with a float so you can get your anchor back after the fight.  This is so you can motor up and chase the fish if you have to.  

Fortunately, this time, Steve didn't have to do that.  And it was a good thing too, since this one turned out to be a stingray.  After all, releasing your anchor is a last resort to chase a true monster, and you need to be pretty sure that it's a cobia first.  You don't want to lose your spot where you were getting bites.  As I said earlier, rays act just like cobia when you set the hook on them.  Fighting them will cramp your forearms, let me tell you.  So, they're good practice for fighting cobia.  I have a lot of respect for these fish after fighting them so many times here and further North up the Chesapeake.  They are so strong and really tax light tackle set ups.

We wound up catching a bunch of sharks and several rays over the next hour and a half.  But man, the elasmobranchs were active that day!  The scenario above, fighting multiple fish at the same time, happened over and over.  We eventually had a down pat system for dealing with them, where I'd help stabilize the shark or ray by taking over the rod, while Steve grabbed the line and removed the hook with the release tool.  It was crazy.  During my previous trip a few years ago, we caught a good many sharks on our last day, but it was nothing like this.  Those hit one at a time, and I think that we only had one double that day.-

Around nine in the morning, with the sun climbing, as our arms ached from fighting one shark or ray after another, one of the rods rigged with bunker went down.  Steve picked it up and set the hook, and line ripped off the reel at lightning speed.  He immediately handed the rod off to me.  I said out loud, "How many sharks or rays do we have to go through to hook into cobia?"  Steve said, "As many as it takes.  The only option is to move.  Do you want to do that?"

The funny thing is that each of us fought several large stingrays earlier that did exactly the same thing.  Those stingrays put a hurtin' on us.  And, all of the stingrays took the rigs that were baited with bunker.  We assumed that this was probably another stingray.  Steve wanted me to fight the first cobia, so that was his motive for handing the rod off to me.  If it turned out to be another ray, well, that was just good practice for ol' Kevin.

Whatever was on the other end was hell bent to seek refuge under the bridge pilings and took off at warp speed with no intention of stopping.  I thought that the fish was going to spool me.  With only the last bit of backing left on the reel, I was finally able to turn the fish, pump the fish in and gain some line.  I got it about half way in, and off it went again.  My forearms burned with agony.

Again, it peeled off almost all of the line.  Steve thought about perhaps getting the other lines in and pulling up the anchor, but, just then, luckily, I was able to turn it and gain back some line.  The fish and I had a stand off for a while.  It didn't budge while I held on for dear life.  Eventually, I was able gain some line and fight it almost to the boat.  Neither of us got a good look at it yet.  When it was about twenty feet off of the starboard side, we both gawked at what we saw.  Steve yelled out, "Cobia!!!"  It looked massive in the water.  We hoped that I could ease it to the boat while Steve readied the net.  

But, not so fast.  As I got the fish close enough to almost net it, it spotted the net and went ballistic.  It took off under the boat, and headed toward the chum bucket.  I did everything that I could to keep pressure on the fish and try to coax it in another direction.  I went around the motor and to the other side, almost like I was chasing Steve.  Finally, it turned back and headed off the starboard side again.  I brought the line back around the motor and this time, Steve followed.

I finally got the fish near the boat and Steve had a shot at netting it, and he made it count.  The cobia went crazy.  It was almost a miracle that it stayed in the net long enough to make it inside the boat.  Once the netted fish went over the gunwale, it flipped out of the net and on to the deck.  Cobia are notorious for this.  Just because you get one in the net, don't be surprised when they leap out of the net.  Fortunately for us, it happened over the boat.  Most of the time, it happens outside of the boat, and you lose that fish.

Once on the deck, the fish went crazy and thrashed around like the cartoon Tasmanian Devil.  We both scampered to the back of the boat to get as far away as possible from the terror in the boat.  Cobia have sharp spines behind their dorsal fin that can cut your shins to shreds.  It happened to Steve on a previous trip, so I had prior warning.

Here's a closeup of cobia spines behind the main dorsal fin and the tail.  They're very sharp and can cut you to ribbons of you're not careful.  If one of these fish gets loose on the deck, watch out!  If you can handle them, be careful.

Check out this monster 57 inch cobia that Steve caught on a previous trip.  Imagine the mayhem on the boat during the fight and when this fish hit the deck!  Notice the bloody wound on Steve's shin?  Think that the cobia's spines got him?  Yup!

We simultaneously burst out into laughter, while almost out of breath, and shook uncontrollably from excitement.  It was the single most hectic fight of a fish that I ever had in my life.  I'm forever grateful for Steve handing me the rod.  My forearms, fingers, hands, and shoulders cramped and ached, and my hands shook like they never had before.  Unreal!

The cobia resembled a gymnast during a floor exercise.  After it settled down, we each took pics, measured it, and put it in the fish box to keep it on ice.  Our first cobia in the boat, and it measured 43 inches.  Wow!!!  Although Steve was impressed at the fish we both teamed up to catch, he said, "Guess what?  They get a lot bigger than that!"  My mouth dropped wide open like Alan Grant seeing his first dinosaur at Jurassic Park. 

Since this is a team effort, once the fish were safe to handle, we each posed for a picture of every cobia landed on the trip, but only after they calmed down.  When you first get them into the boat, especially bigger ones, it's better to let them settle down, otherwise, their sharp spines can get you.

This 43 inch cobia was our first of the trip, and my first ever.  Such power in these fish.  They can make the best anglers nervous during and after the fight.

Here's Steve posing with the same fish.  It's a team effort.  What a beautiful and powerful fish!

We continued to catch one shark after another, some of them reached five feet in length, way too big to bring in the boat for a picture much less fit in Steve's net.  We had a bunch of live eels at the beginning of the previous day, but we were starting to run low.  The sharks really tore into the eels and our supply of bunker.  The bunker that we had left seemed soft and old.  Besides live eels and bunker, we live-lined kingfish, spot and croaker that we caught using Fish Bites.  They also were adequate as cut bait.  

Cobia love live eels, but, unfortunately, sharks do too, and they're expensive.  When a shark kills your live eel like this, it's unlikely that you'll get a cobia on it.  However, if you toss it back out there, it's a sure bet that you'll quickly gain a shark's interest.

From early morning until the time we got off of the water to go fetch bait, we caught 34 sharks between three and five feet long, and a half dozen stingrays, with most of them about four to five feet across at the "wing" tips.   The day wasn't even half way over, and our shoulders and arms were already sore.  

Most of the sharks that we caught were in the three to five foot range, and most were too big to bring into the boat for a picture.  I managed to pose with one of the smaller ones.

Steve poses with one of the smaller sharks that we caught the second day.  You need to have a firm grip on even the small ones.  They're all muscle, and can easily cause you to break your grip, and their first instinct is to try and take a chunk out of your arm as they attempt to escape.  The vast majority of the sharks that we caught on this trip were too big to bring into the boat, much less trying to grab a hold of them.

But, around noon, reality set in, and it was more than apparent that we were running critically low on bait.  We may have had enough to finish the day, but certainly not enough for the next full day.  Not only that, with as many sharks that we hooked, fought, caught or lost, we went through a lot of tackle.  We had some gigantic fish that peeled line off of the reel so fast that they snapped the 50 pound leader like it was nothing.  The 80 pound test braided line held up pretty well, although I had one fish break off the braid.  I couldn't imagine what those fish were or big they were.  

We had to find a bait shop that day before it closed.  Not only did we need bait, we needed leader and hooks to replace what the sharks stole from us.  We didn't have enough to last the weekend on hand, especially if the sharks kept hitting as they did that day.  So, we had to get off the water, get what we needed, and get back out on the water to set up for the evening bite.

We pulled the boat out, brought it back to the motel, and searched the internet for tackle shops that sold live eels and bunker.  Almost all of the stores that we called were out of bunker.  Only one of them had live eels and bunker, and that store was across the bridge in Virginia Beach.  One store close to where we were staying said that they'd have bunker, but it wouldn't be available until the following morning.

We drove across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel and headed to Virginia Beach.  The bridge is 23 miles long and takes about a half hour to get across, and the store was five miles further.  So, including time to make the return trip, get the boat, launch, and get to the spot, we were looking at a minimum of about two and a half hours of lost fishing time.

We made it to the tackle shop and picked up hooks and leader, while the very nice lady that we assumed owned the store, finished up with her customers.  After finishing up with them, she netted a bunch of eels for us.  I'll tell you that we were very impressed with the store's selection and service.  The name of the store was Long Bay Pointe Bait and Tackle.  I linked their website in case you fish down that way and want to check them out.  They were great.  Having live eels for us when nobody else did saved our trip for sure.  We also bought some bunker at a reduced rate, because it was a bit old and soft.  But, that's better than nothing.  It had to do, because nobody else had bunker.

After heading back to get the boat, drive to the ramp, launch, and head back to the spot, we were excited once again to try and tame another cobia.  By the time we got there, the tide had stopped and wasn't moving at all.  It was completely slack.  

There was no point in setting up quite yet, so we opted to fish the CBBT bridge pilings to pass some time.  We caught some sea trout, and Steve hooked a big fish, probably a drum, on a Coach Jighead rigged with a 7 inch Z-Man fluke, but it came unbuttoned just under the boat.  Once we noticed the current picking up around the pilings, it was time to get back to the Captain's favorite spot.  The sole purpose of the trip was to catch cobia, not jig the pilings or flounder fish.

We anchored up, set the chum bucket, cut bait, rigged and baited all six rod, and cast our baits out.  Even anchoring the boat properly requires teamwork.  One person drops the anchor while the other controls the boat to set it into position.  By now, I'd participated in almost all phases of the work aspect of this way of cobia fishing, enabling us to work on everything as a team, not just catching fish.  I did as much as I could by helping with the anchor, chum bucket, cutting bait, retying lost tackle rigs, releasing fish, or anything else that needed done.

At first, the action was pretty slow.  Now, all we had to do was to wait for the tide to really get moving.  We relaxed a bit, made sure that we were hydrated, and waited for what we hoped would be a good bite.  The lack of action persisted until sunset.  We weren't sure if cobia bit at night or not, but we were going to try anyway.  In the past, Steve had caught several bull drum after dark, but no night time cobia to date.

During slack tide, obviously, the lines that you have out just sit wherever you cast them, and the boat sets at whatever angle the wind pushes it.  When the tides begin to move, the current changes the position of the boat and swings the stern down current, and then pulls the lines toward the same direction behind the stern.  Of course, strong winds can change this, but not on this night.  When the tide pickes up, the fish get active, it's because strong tidal currents push bait out of their hiding spots leaving them vulnerable for being eaten.  The chum bucket takes advantage of the cycle, and draws bait and predators to the boat.

Cobia most often hit the bait closest to the chum bucket, and usually, that's where Steve likes to drop their favorite food, a fifteen to twenty inch live american eel, the bigger, the better.  That is the rod that, when it usually goes off, most likely to latch on to a cobia.  But, keep in mind, sharks love live or dead eels too, big time.

After the sun dropped over the Western shore, the first rod to go down after the tide changed was the eel next to the chum bucket, and it went down hard.  It went down so hard that the braided line broke during the initial run.  Whatever hit that eel was a monster something, perhaps a shark or a cobia.  We'll never know.  

During the entire trip, that happened a half dozen times.  Each time, you lose the entire rig, hook, leader, and sometimes the swivel and sinker.  That's a bummer, because it takes time to rig back up, especially when the action gets frantic.  And, earlier, I spoke about how much tackle we lost.  I couldn't tell you how many times sharks bit through the line at during the hook set, during the fight, and at boatside when trying to unhook them.  We lost a lot of tackle, and, as active as the sharks were, that became expensive.  

As the tide picked up the pace, the action was, to say the least, frantic!  Our baits were getting eaten faster than Fat Boy's pizza at the pizza parlor.  Over the next couple hours, we had multiple sharks or rays on at the same time.  By now, we had a routine down pat.  One of us fought the fish, and the other helped keep the lines free from the rod fighting the fish.  If we both had fish on, and one was a potential cobia, the other had to land his fish, or, if it was a small shark, just let it swim around out there, then help the other guy out.  Usually, it was me that held on to the fish while Steve popped the hook out.  He was better at it, and if you didn't do it right, the sharks took your hooks.  

We fought sharks and rays all night long like that.  It was hectic, to say the least.  And, it took a while to get each one in, especially the ones that were about five feet long.  Our tackle was pretty heavy, but, for the sharks, you had to wonder if 80 pound braid was strong enough.  If I remember correctly, the bigger sharks and all of the stingrays took at least ten to fifteen minutes to land.  So, you can imagine that we were busy all night long.

Steve caught this six foot long shark on a previous trip that probably weighed over 100 pounds.  These guys get up to eight feet long.  We use 80 pound braid and 50 pound leader.  It's easy to understand how these toothy critters steal tackle, by their sharp teeth to brute power.

Around ten o'clock at night, we considered wrapping it up.  We'd been up since the wee hours of the morning, and all we were getting were sharks and rays.  Steve said that maybe we'll fish the baits we had out, then call it quits when the baits were used up.  We had two eels out, one under the chum bucket, and one cast further out.  The one further out had been getting all sharks.  

Then, all of a sudden, the one with the eel further out went down hard and ripped off line as the reel sang the beautiful song indicating a huge fish was on.  Steve picked it up, set the hook and the fish went ballistic.  The monster fish tore line off of the spinning reel at a blistering pace down to the little bit of backing that he had on.  He was sure it was going to break off, but, he luckily turned the fish.  

When a fish seems like it's going to spool you, rather than lose everything, line and all, you have to do something.  One tip that works for me is to feather the spool a bit with your other hand to slow the fish down.  It puts more pressure on the line, but, when you don't have time, it's a better option than reaching to tighten your drag.  Plus, you have much more finite control of the tension that way, rather than crank the drag down to a set tension.

He pumped the rod and gained line, then held on for another run.  This went on several times.  About twenty minutes went by as this fish took Steve around the boat twice.  Each time we passed a rod, with a line out, in a rod holder, I helped him maneuver around it.  Sometimes, it took a few seconds to figure out if we had to go over or under a line.  Why didn't we just clear the lines?  Because, remember earlier, often cobia will travel together, and you have a chance at another cobia with more than one line out.  So, we fought fish with the lines out, hoping for a double.  

After a few runs, Steve got the fish close, under the boat.  We hadn't seen it yet.  It was just out of sight straight down.  Was it another ray?  Was it a huge shark?  Or was it another cobia?  Out of the depths, my headlamp caught a glimpse of the massive fish, and I yelled out, "COBIA!!!"  It was a three exclamation point fish, for sure.  To me, it was a monster.  The water always magnifies fish and makes them look larger, but, in this case, it was larger, definitely a better class of fish than the one we boated earlier.

As the fish tired, I readied the net.  I placed the net into the water, held the bag, and moved it out to receive the fish, but, the fish had other ideas.  Like our earlier cobia, this one took off like a shot when it saw the net.  It was so strong that it took almost all of the line off the reel again, but Steve was able to turn the fish, pump the rod, gain line, and bring it back to the boat.  Luckily, it didn't run around the boat this time and came straight in.  

Steve was nervous.  This was a big cobia.  Put those to together and things get intense.  That's not a bad thing either.  It keeps us both on our toes.  He yelled at me to "Hurry up and net it already!" I was not going to lose this fish for him, no way.  The last thing that I want to do is knock the fish off with the net.  The most important thing a net man can do is to think and be calm, and not beat the fish with the net.  You have to be quick with the net when you get your opportunity, especially with psycho cobia.  When the fish presented itself at the right angle for a head first netting, I took my chance and quickly got the head of the beast safely into the net.  Net man tip:  always net head first.  Never attempt a tail first netting job, it will lead to disaster.

It wasn't over.  The fish was bigger than the net.  It was tricky to hoist it onto the front boat deck, and, fortunately, that's what I did.  The fish flopped and thrashed while in the net on the front deck.  In the video below, you can tell how thrilled we were, and almost out of breath from the excitement while in awe of this fish.

We both exchanged high fives, fist bumps, screams, and rebel yells as we both were shaking almost uncontrollably.  After the fish calmed down, Steve put a tape on it and it measured a whopping 50 inches!  What a beast!  Steve again reminded me that, although this was a nice fish, they get much bigger.  My word...I can't imagine what fighting a 60 or 70 inch cobia would be like.   These fish are amazing.  Although the first two didn't show breathtaking leaps that they're known for, they sure made catching one a hectic experience indeed.  It was pure mayhem.

Steve poses with our biggest cobia of the trip.  This one measured 50 inches.  what a beast!  As if fighting a cobia like this isn't crazy enough, imagine multiple rods going down during the fight.  The shark action made it pure mayhem.  You had to fight and get the sharks in, because those hits might have been another cobia.

This 50 inch cobia gave us both a thrill.  It was my pleasure to net this fish for Steve.  What a crazy day we had!

Oh, I forgot to mention...I caught and released two sharks while Steve fought that fish!  So, at least those two lines were cleared, and he only had to maneuver around three other lines the rest of the time.  Is that mayhem or what?  Now you understand the title of this post!  When the action was fast and furious, as it was most of the time we fished, it was literally mayhem.  We had no time to rest or take a break.  We were either fighting fish, or re-rigging, re-baiting hooks.  It was constant action like I'd never experienced before.

We caught several sharks and rays over the next hour, and decided to call it quits around midnight.  At the end of the day, we finished with 66 sharks between 3 and 5 feet long, ten stingrays and two cobia.  This was my first cobia experience.  I was hoping to get one, after not catching one over my last four day trip, but we got two!  And, to top it off, we had one that was 50 inches long!

We were beat.  We  arrived at the boat ramp around a half hour after midnight, we still had to clean the fish.  Neither of us had eaten much all day.  We grabbed a quick bite from lunch that we packed as we drove to get bait, but that was it, at lunch time.  So, we were starved and so very tired.  Being in a boat all day is tiring enough, but when you fight big fish all day long, one after another, it wears on an old man like me.  Still, I loved every minute of it.

We still had another day of this adventure, and for me to do it justice, it will require a follow up blog post.  I will have, as the late great Paul Harvey would say, "the rest of the story" ready for you in a few days.  I'm trying to have my posts published by Wednesday of each week, but this post, along with last weeks post, took me extra time to write about and proof.  So, please bear with me and come back to read the rest.  I hope you liked the story so far, and thank you so much for following my outdoor adventures!