A Life and a Trip to Remember!
Kyle loved the ocean from a young age.
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Kyle's Dad - Jim
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Watch Out For Dad!
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A Budding Ladies Man
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Kyle's Mom - Polly
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Written by: Polly Kinsinger
September 6, 2018
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The weather was less than perfect as we headed out Wednesday evening. Few of the 26 passengers were present for the wonderful prime rib dinner served that first night and there were more than a few pale faces throughout the next day of fishing. But 6-8’ swells with 20-25 kts of wind couldn’t keep the majority of fishermen off the rail waiting for their turn at one of two kite baits or flat fall jig fishing at depths of 150 to 300 feet.
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...kept us out of the trough (even though it can make fishing these monsters quite difficult for the crew), so when my turn on a kite rod came up at the end of the day I felt confident enough that I would be able to handle the 200 pound test rig and not fall overboard if I was lucky enough to get bit. By the end of the first day I was fortunate to have caught one of the 9 BIG blue fin tuna on the boat.
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Over the next few days, the weather calmed and by the last day almost everyone had caught a big tuna over 200 pounds. It was wonderful to be a part of the comradery we witnessed among the group of friends that had been fishing together for the past five years. Everyone was on deck to take a few turns of the handle if a guy needed a respite from the fight. The excitement was palatable and the friendship profound. On the final day, everyone had a big fish except a young man named Tyler and my husband Jim. The night before had been a banner night for flat fall fishing; about 8 guys fished all night
and brought in around 18 fish, most of them over 150 pounds! But Tyler and Jim had slept through this flurry
and were now faced with a day of minimal wind to get on the board.
and brought in around 18 fish, most of them over 150 pounds! But Tyler and Jim had slept through this flurry
and were now faced with a day of minimal wind to get on the board.
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As the men who had fished the night before slept, Tyler and Jim waited, tending their flying fish baits at the end of the long line that went first up to the ring of the kite leader and then down to the calm ocean. The sight of fish resting on the ocean surface and red splotches on the sonar were tantalizing and frustrating as the hours ticked by with no bites on the kite fish or any of the baits that were cast out or jigs that were worked. It seemed as if there would be no giants for these two…Suddenly, Jim’s bait was crashed on! He wound and wound but the fish had not been hooked. Seconds later Tyler’s bait was crashed on! He wound and wound and the line got wonderfully tight.
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Tyler weighs about 125 pounds “soaking wet with rocks in his pocket” as he put it, and this fish was a monster. With the rod resting on the rail and tucked between his legs he was being picked up off the deck as he struggled to work this trophy he had been waiting five days for. With the patient guidance of a vigilant crew, Tyler was able to land the biggest fish of the whole trip at 276 pounds!
...and the vats of gummy bears and sour gummy worms were a playful reminder of past adventures with crew and passengers. By midafternoon there was verbal speculation that Kyle was going to play the ultimate trick and keep his father from
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And still, Jim waited for his opportunity. It seemed like eons. We all speculated about Kyle’s trickery being played out over the five days. Captain Lackey had told us how much Kyle loved rough weather and that he would likely have been up in the crow’s nest whilst most of us were trying just to stand let alone keep our breakfast down. How he ensured that his mother caught a fish of a lifetime on the first day whilst his father was still waiting. How the smallest person on the boat had been given the biggest fish to catch and that it had likely struck his dad’s bait first but had moved on to the other. Kyle’s mischievousness was everywhere...
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Captain Lackey made a final move and fresh baits were put on the kites. The sonar was red and there were fins on the surface of the vast ocean and BAM! One of the baits was boiled on! Wind, wind, wind and bend-o, Jim was bit and had his chance! I’ve never seen an entire boat of passengers and crew wish for a fish to be landed more than this one. Every time the fish took line I gasped and fear raced through me when it looked as if the fish might be lost as it raced back and forth under the bow of the boat. It took about 40 minutes and Jim had his 237 pound trophy. Everyone took a deep breath. Phew!
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It’s been a rough 6 months since Kyle died but after this trip I finally feel that there may be peace one day. Thank you to the Vagabond family and the “Fish Till it Hertz” charter group for welcoming us, tossing gummy bears and catching them in your mouths, and regaling us with your fond memories of our boy. It’s clear that he left his mark on
all of our hearts and will live on in our memories. |
We love you Kyle...you'll live in our hearts forever!
Mom and Dad |
