With the previous nights pargo still on our brains — and the margaritas — We made for a last effort to catch the big rooster, the prize of the slightly extended weekend. Again we were greeted with a beautiful gold coast afternoon with a calm breeze, low wave height. All we could think all day was about roosters, someone had caught a few small ones at the tournament, and despite not being in it we couldn’t help but let a little competition into our blood. The pargo was the biggest caught of the tournament, but not the biggest fish.
Setting out south we were electric with some rooster excitement, our captain was telling us story after story about how he had caught over 300 roosters in this one area, roosters we now hunted. For those that haven’t had the joy of a big rooster on the line, they fight and fight hard. Combine that with some pretty light tackle and you are ready for a reel screaming good time.
We couldn’t find ourselves and good boils of bait and were all throwing out poppers, chuggers, and every other lure we thought would make enough noise to bring the big boys n’ girls from the bottom, which was about 150 ft. It was a last ditch attempt as if you can troll a blackfin tuna they are more then happy to oblige a hook, unfortunately the bonita population that day was lacking. Our continuous efforts would pay off however as the video below shows best:
That’s a big one, the video leaves out the sound of the reel, but from the experience of being there the fight that this fish put up on pretty light tackle and a spinning rod was a sight! Rooster’s tend to come up to the surface with not much life left, but we treat them all with a catch and release attitude and it ended up swimming away, no doubt throwing the proverbial middle finger as it swam back down to tell a hell of a bar story to its friends.