
Shot some video and made a few gyotaku prints of this fish, but for now I'll just post up the story of the dive.
Story~
I didn't have anything I needed to do the following day so I checked online for the surf report, which read 2.5ft. I thought that was pretty low, maybe good enough to dive. Only one way to find out. So I put on my shoes and headed down to the beach sometime after midnight. Not a car or person in sight as I crossed the PCH, felt very eerie. Got down to the beach and sure enough the waves were barely crashing to the shore. I stayed long enough to be sure no big sets were mixed in between, then I quickly jogged home. Just thinking of diving for halibut in such calm water was getting me excited. Back at home I realized this was a perfect time to try out to a new halibut spot I've been hoping to check out for over a month now. Grabbed my gear and jumped in the car, ready for anything.
I've never dove this spot before so I didn't know if it would hold fish or not. Wading into the ocean until I was waist deep I splashed into the water. A clear view to the bottom opened up as I swam past the waves. With this sight in front of me I knew it was going to be a very relaxing dive.
After only a few minutes of searching around the sand I spotted the outline of a monster halibut face, partly covered in sand, sitting right behind a shallow underwater ledge! My heart started to race. This was a big one, maybe as big as my last halibut (a 35incher)! As I swam closer the swell rushed in and threw me back and over the ledge. Staring down to the halibut all I could see was clouds of sand mixing in the water. This could be bad I thought. What if that swell jarred the halibut enough to make it move? The seconds lasted forever waiting for the sand to settle. I started to worry and quickly swam back and forth looking for a clear gap in the sandy cloud, even though there was none. As the dust finally settled I saw what lay below. He was still here! Turning on my camera I went down to take him out with my trusty old JBL in hand.
Inching downward, closer and closer, until I was practically grab him with my hands. It was now or never. A short pull of the trigger and all hell broke loose! The shaft flies right into its head, but it's not enough to hold the fish! The fish flops like mad as I push the shaft further in and try to yank the gun, shaft, and fish up to the surface. But in that same moment another swell hits the area and I tumbled up and over the rocky ledge with the fish. I had no idea what was up and what was down at this point. Still crashing over the rock the 'but puts in a monster thrust and yanks the gun out of my hand! Thoughts of loosing the fish flood into my head as I continue to tumble, a second goes by and my hand touches a familiar object, it's my gun! I grab it and somehow pull the fish in close. Finding my balance I finally manage to seize both ends of my spear and quickly swim away from the ledge.
Somewhere in the fight I had sensed this fish was bigger than my last. But now looking down at him struggling below me it was my first chance to really check him out. Green bulging eyes, gaping maw with pointy sharp teeth, and a fat body wider than my own. There's something about holding such a large fish in the water that makes for a truly blissful experience. But another kick from the fish reminded me I had some unfinished business to attend to.
Looking down at the face I noted the shaft was wedged securely below one of its eyes, even so I couldn't risk tying him up in the water with my spike stringer. So I headed back to shore as he continued to jolt. Ignoring the waves and crawling up the sand I made it to shore safely. By now I just wanted to lay down and relax for a few seconds, but seeing the shaft sticking out of the fish gave me that nagging feeling of incompleteness. Reaching over I pulled the protruding shaft out and in response the 'but violently flops around with renewed vigor, squirting blood everywhere. Looked like a cheesy movie the way the blood splattered over the halibut. The sight of it forced me to react. Grabbing my stringer I lined up the eye to the gill plate and pierced the skin. The fish went limp so fast it actually surprised me.
I could have called it quits by then, but it was just such a nice night that I thought, "Who knows I might even find another big hali laying in the sand." But 2-3 hours of swimming later and nada. So I called it quits and took my halibut home.
