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We're All Going To Fish Hell, But At Least It Won't Be Fiery. JR 2

Guests
Sarasota's Team Deep Penetration never disappoints. TDP members Carl (Gillfish) and the Original Gangsta' Siesta Key steelslinger Mary Martel along with their buddies Ryan, Martin, and Capt. Ron Gauthier. Thanks to Marty, Carl, and Capt Ron for bringing pork ribs, elk/vension stew, and some kicking chili that had them lined up on the gunnnel the next morning . My GI tract was overjoyed that it did not have to digest Jolly Dogs!

Sea Conditions
6-8.........millimeters. Who dialed up these weather conditions? Retention pond seas start to finish with clear skies and air temps warm enough that I never reached for my TruWest parka once. Water temps 59*-61* with shitty 5'-10' vis in 40ish fsw and opening up to a very clean 30'-40' in 65-90 fsw.

Slay Report
If this had been a commercial trip we would have been reaching for the EPIRB because we would have sunk the boat with fish. Holy shit! Boat limits of gags, hogs, and jacks by our first dive of the second day leaving us to hunt mangos only for the rest of the trip. Ended up topping the box with nearly the 140 snapper boat limit for epic production in 36 hours. No need to call the taxidermist.......there weren't really any trophies shot, but needless to say that Team Deep Penetration, and their families, and their neighbors, AND their co-workers will be be eating seafood this Christmas.

These boys aren't scared of a little partying either. Damn, it looked like backstage at a Motley Crue concert circa 1989 on the ride in minus all the groupie sluts of course.

Red Snapper
OK, I have to vent a little here. It is not hyperbole for me to say that EVERY spot we dove was COVERED in red snapper. I'm not talking about 16"-18" chickens either. I'm talking about 8-15 pounders by the hundreds on EVERY spot! On one spot that Marty and I dove in just 80 fsw I nearly hyperventilated when I saw not one but perhaps a dozen monster sow snapper in the 25#-30# and bigger range just lazily swimming around. A few of the guys that fished the first night and the following morning were barely able to hoist up a handful of fish between the army of red snapper stacked throughout the water column.

The fact that the NMFS last year imposed more restritive bag limits and reduced the season to mere weeks while failing to acknowledge the absolute atomic bomb population explosion of red snapper in the NE Gulf highlights their complete and abject failure to manage this fishery in a viable fashion.



Let's see if we're living right to actually pull off two trips in a row for next weekend's Farewell Grouper Limit Tour. Standing by.....
 

We picked up a drifter on the dock. Went by the name of Scallywag. He didn't talk much, but damn could he shoot fish. Maybe it's the Kudana Double Barrel. Check out these bad ass guns at

 

 

Why Scallywag? Why?! You know that's just going to get all the spearority cyber-yentas fully cranked up again......

Capt Ron Gauthier with a nice gag. Capt Ron is the host of the Ocean Explorer TV show whose new season starts this spring on FSN and Sun Sports. Check it out on www.ocean-explorer.com


This is how Carl rolls. You got that right. C'monnnn..........

Ryan experienced a Hatch epiphany.

Day two shooting. Marty and Carl doing the mango tango.
 

After running our dive profiles through V-Planner we realized that we were in dire need of deco fluid.
 

Things got a little tense when some of divers started showing symptoms of nitrogen induced sobriety. That's when we had to call DAN on the satellite phone to re-double our decompression efforts. Scallywag was in a bad way. The only way we saved him was through the controversial Table 6 high pressure double funnel protocol. Notice the haze on the pictures caused by spilled deco fluid on the camera lens.

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The Iron never lies to you. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go, but 200 pounds is always 200 pounds.
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