Mine is RED!!!
I hit the water last Friday and was treated to one of the best days of diving I’ve had in a long while. My buddy Kris and I launched out of Little River in Mendocino. We were losing light and we would be diving two more days over the weekend so the dive would be a short one. We paddled some distance parallel to shore through wind and chop, but we could tell from the bright blue of the water that the viz would be good. We chose our site and dropped down, the viz was nice 30′-40′, the water was cold 49F and blues and black were schooling below. I started dropping down to 40′ and hanging out, taking my time to line up shots on the blues and blacks that I thought were the biggest in their schools. My breath holding was particularly good that day and throughout the weekend I noticed a 10-15 second increase in my dive times over my usual performance, definitely a nice little ego boost. While hanging out at 40′ on one drop I was more or less keeping still and sizing up tasty blues when from out of the school a good sized vermillion swam over to give me a look, I stretched back my spear and let loose my 6′ Gat-Ku with paralyzer tip straight for that fish’s face, the points hit but I must have miscalculated the distance because with one twitch the tips slipped free and the fish almost bumped into me as it panicked and bolted for a nearby hole. I followed him what distance I could and picking a kelp stalk not far from the hole I followed it up so as not to lose the spot. I dropped down again and began poking around the hole with a flashlight, finally I spotted him from one of the openings tucked away deep in a corner with only his red little face sticking out. I surfaced recomposed myself and dropped back down, reaching my arm and my loaded polespear deep into the hole and only a foot from his face. I let loose, stoning him cold and pushing my tips several inches through the other side of his head. I eased the fish out of the hole and quickly covered his head with my hand so as not to take any chances losing him on my way to the surface. I breached and was met with loud shouts of joy from my buddy Kris he had just shot a nice red himself. I held mine up, hollered, and swam over for a fist pound, Hell Yeah!!! We kept diving and in the next 20 to 30 minutes I punched my spear through two more even bigger vermillion!!! Kris scored a nice lingcod, we both took some good sized blacks and blues, Kris found a nice scallop which I popped, and after a short time of looking for trophy abalone we called it and headed in. It was a nice feeling landing on the beach with a fat stringer full of reds, some other guys with much less success passed us some compliments on our catches and we kicked them back some of our blues and blacks so they could have a solid dinner. I know that at the end of the day I was just lucky to be in the right place at the right time, but damn it felt good.