I went out with an old friend for a relatively short dive in less than ideal conditions. The surge and wind were up a little and although I considered it completely diveable it may have been thought of as less than pleasant for many divers.
Immediately we ran into my buddy BigJim and a few others he had paddled out with. They hadn’t found anything they were particularly happy with and so we pushed on. After a good distance we found the only peace of kelp around and clipped up. One quick drop down and I realized we had clipped up in about 75′ of water, a little deeper than either of us had wanted to start in, we swam a while towards shore and I dropped down to check depth. This time I was a little deeper than 40′ as I hovered above the reef. Then to my right a large male sheepshead appeared. I turned to look and began loading my spear. Immediately the fish reacted to my behavior, he moved with slightly more urgency and he began to swim along the other side of the little ravine that contained us. I positioned myself to take aim and swam a few light kicks to meet him on his path along the opposing wall. As he crossed my line of fire I let fly my polespear and it punched through just behind his collar, solid shot and the fish was mine.
We kept diving, as the day had only really just started, but it was only an hour or so later that the choppy waters had worked their magic on my buddy Kirk. Within an hour he was back on his kayak face down and throwing up.
The day didn’t last much longer, towards the end I came across a nice vermilion rockfish and decided to take it home. Not perfect conditions, and unfortunately my buddy was feeling under the weather most of the day, but I still came out of it with some fish I was happy with.