Thanks for the welcome all,
Hookinfish, yeah its an ulua, largest fish landed with a spear so far, at 98lbs.
Went out looking for ulua houses at one of our frequented dive spots the day before, and found a nice house we'd all heard about but hadnt found yet. Checked it, only a small Omilu (blue fin trevally) was home. We ended up swimming back and I hit my record depth at the time 98'.
Next day, my other buddy who had to work the day before needed fish for a bbq and fish fry. We set out with our three prongs with a goal of just shooting Kole (gold eye surgeon) bringing our guns just in case some dumb mus or ukus came around. After shooting about 30 kole a piece my buddy Tom started following this mu pile and ended up dive bombing one, so the hunt was on. After chasing mu and some skiddish omilu around the current had taken us back to the house from yesterday. I went down not expecting much and a fat Ulua swims up to the front entrance of the cave. Everything is in slow motion now, I line up the shot with my 120 roller and bam....almost perfect stone shot....almost. Tip barely nicks the fishs brain and probably turned out the lights. With the shaft imbeded in her head the Ulua starts circling the cave entrance smashing into rocks and coral. I try to play the fish lightly so the shaft doesnt pop out. During ascent i signal to my partner that I shot something and he should back me up. He does....and misses point blank....yup. My shaft ends up pulling out as Tom reloads his gun, im yelling at him to hurry up. lol ME: "reloaadd Tom!!" TOM: "SHIIIIIITTT!". Toms gun is loaded, line wrapped all hamajang. I re wrap it in what feels like forever as the fish is swimming blind on the bottom at around 65'. I make a dive, thank god the fish has lodged itself between two massive boulders, and didnt swim the other direction into the deep, I shoot it on the top of the head, i miss the stone but the flopper is securely engaged in the fishs mouth/gill area. I horse the fish up after Toms reel line gets tangled in the bands. At this time the fish throws up an entire Kala (unicorn fish) estimated at 3-4 lbs. I gill the fish and attempt to brain it using a 4 inch skindiver knife, while tom helps me out with a slightly larger skeleton knife stabbing the fish a little too close to my face. After we have the fish secured I praise god and scream some profanities in my excitement and joy. We swim back to shore, guarding the fish from potential taxation. We get out, pull the buoy up to the rocks, clip on buoy breaks from the weight of the fish. I jump back in with no fins or mask. Pass the tail up to Tom. We hoist the fish up. And for the next half hour or so carry the fish up a sketchy ass rocky cliff. Once we get to my car, I estimated the fish to be only around 60 lbs and attribute the struggle carrying it to dehydration and dive strain. We take the fish to S. Tokunaga's (local fishing and sporting goods store) to get a certified weight.....and Holy shit 98lbs. Im stoked, just shy of a hundo but in my eyes when i shot it it was over 100lbs, too bad she had to throw up. After we got the weight, we took the fish to Toms and cleaned it up. Pulling another 3-4 lb kala from its stomach and discovering some big egg sacks. We dig a hole, throw the guts and carcass. Strip the meat out, soak it, and have smoked fish for what seemed like forever.:thumbsup2::thumbsup2: No cig either.