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Saturday, January 30, 2010

Spectra splicing seminar?

Any interest in learning how to splice spectra? Thinking about putting on a class on splicing/connecting spectra to mono and itself. If you are interested call me 805-648-5665 or email me @ ericstackleshop@hotmail.com. Eric

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Classic shot of swordfish


Here's a great photo sent to me by Eric Hermann of www.executiveyachtandship.com. This fish was stuck any our own backyard, Anacapa Island.  She was taken in 1996 and went over 400 pounds. Anglers you see in the photo are Mark Hermann(www.channelcoastmarine.com) and father Ernie Hermann.

Lee "chopper" Baermann tying at the shop


A few of you may have noticed that on fridays Lee is tying flys at the tackle shop. If anyone is interested they are welcome to come by and get a view at how some of his flys are tired. The flys include his "bull candy", "crab cluster" and "checker board". Smooth seas eric

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Pacific Dawn dates confirmed


We were not able to extend are trip to 21/2 days but we did get prime dates anyway. We will be leaving thursday august 19th in the evening and returning on the evening of the 21st. The trip will be limited to 15 passengers and will run about $600. In the mean time here are some cool photos of the dawn fishing squid and repowering. Pat is putting in 2 new mains and a new genset on the boat. Also there will be a new fish hold and rear deck on the pacific dawn. tight lines eric

Another Eric's Tackle local with a big'n


You know they must be biting when Local angler VT gets bit. Here is a nice yellowfin at 255 for him. With Vince aboard the Excel is surf board icon Al Merrick. Good luck Al, catching your first cow. eric

Monday, January 25, 2010

Chukar hunting

As most of you know, I not only am a fishing fanatic I also love bird hunting. Here is a really cool video of some guys hunting my favorite bird.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Wingnut and Peckerhead


Captain Shawn Steward has taken a couple of weeks off from local fishing to work 2nd ticket on the American Angler. Here is a great shot of him with local angler Pat Gallagher. Nice cow peckerhead and keep em coming. eric

Friday, January 22, 2010

Back from Vegas and atf


Well I spent the last 2 days looking at every gun and gun gizmo you could imagine. Also spent time with the atf working on getting my federal firearms license. Getting to Vegas was a little scary the el cajon pass had ice on it and then coming down the final pass it started to snow. By the way the economy in Vegas looked like it was getting stronger. There was some construction going on and a couple of new hotels. Here is a photo of the snow coming home on the 14 in palmdale.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Closed thursday 1/21/2010

Sorry everyone, we will be closed on thursday. I am working on getting my federal firearm license and will be seeing the atf on thursday. thanks eric

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Ventura, Santa Barbara boys on the American Angler


What a trip. Mark Johnson, Seth Taylor, Mark Vellekamp and Mark McClintock all got aboard The American Angler for a 10.5 day trip. All four guys getting Yellowfin over 200 pounds. Congrats to them and good luck next year! Check out the American Angler's web site www.americananglersportfishing.com

You thought you where Lucky catching the Jackpot?

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Lucky Moments - Cars, Motorcycles, Sports, etc.

Monday, January 18, 2010

TEAM HOO

 

Reprinted from the excel: Ken Bell and Mark Dorton

Hello Anglers,

The ride up the line so far has been perfect. The charter masters have asked if they could write the update today: Some thoughts from Team Hoo charter masters Ken Bell and Mark Dorton. We are just finishing up a very successful "Team Hoo's Cow Hunt" inaugural trip. Our original November Team Hoo trips over the past 10 years have been a great success with about a 90% passenger return rate. We are looking forward to equal popularity with our new cow hunt trips. Starting last November, we are featuring Avet Reels on our trips and plan to do so going forward. We also want to thank Jerry Brown and Catchy Tackle for their kind donations and support. Our biggest supporter over the past 10 years has been Eric Huff of Eric's Tackle Shop in Ventura. Without his advice, help, and support we would not be able to put together the type of trips we are known for. Also, a big "Bravo" to the Excel, the crew, and the galley. Once again they did an outstanding job.

Thanks Ken and Mark for the great words. Your friend eric 

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Peacock bass fishing 2011?

Working on another trip to the Amazon. Keep your eyes and ears open until we come up with a date. Check this out in the mean time.

Fred Hall 2010


Just got everything confirmed with our space at the fred hall show. The show will be starting on March 3rd and ending on the 7th. We will have an eighty foot booth this year! Twenty feet will be going toward Pete at Big hammer lures. Pete will be showing off the latest in awesome swimbaits and leadheads. Another twenty feet will go to Bruce of Basstrix lures. He will have his hollow body swimbaits and his innovative new slug baits. Rick from Blade runner lures will also be with us. Rick will have his weedless leadheads and squid jigs. Also in our booth we will have a load of deals on Jerry Brown Spectra, Phenix rod blanks, Avet reels, Berkley line, Calstar rods, Penn reels, fenwick rods, salas lures and Abu garcia reels. I was hoping to put together a couple bus trips to the show for my customers but I think my time will be too limited. If anyone is interested in something like this call  me at the shop. I have a small bus company across the street from the store.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Fishing the fly with Lee "chopper" Baermann


Lee is heading to Loreto on June 10th for his annual fishing trip. What's new? well he will be giving seminars there for The Oregon Fly Fishing Club(public is welcome) during the trip. For more info on Lee's trip to Loreto you can reach Lee at 805-486-8226 or his web site www.flyfishthesurf.com tight lines eric

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

The Big sticks are here!


Thats right, we got are first order of Calstar 770XXH's in today. These are not for girly men. They are some stout rail rods. Come on by if you got the guts. Thanks eric

Sad news

Wanted to let everyone know I got a call from John Wood today, his wife Kathy passed away. She fought a short battle with lung cancer. For those that don't know John he was the captain of the f/v New Bluefin. He also ran several yachts out of channel islands and his own boat the katherine t. I will pass more info on to everyone as I get it. eric

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

John Fuqua takes another win!


Captain John of the F/V SEA JAY wins another bass tourney at Diamond Valley lake. John weighed in 21+ pounds taking home over $4500. Congrats to John and thanks for representing Eric's tackle and Ventura county.

Pacific Dawn/Pat Cavanaugh


We are working on our charter dates with Pat. As of now, we have a 2 day trip planned with him in august but we are trying to extend that to a 21/2 day trip. We will be targeting TUNA, TUNA and more TUNA. Tight Lines Eric

Monday, January 11, 2010

Island Tak 2010

We have had to change our dates with Steve this year. We still have a few saturdays though.
Saturday april 10th
Saturday may 22nd
Sunday june 13th
Saturday july 10th
Sunday august 15th
Sunday september 12th
Sunday october 3rd
Sunday november 7th

Trips will be $125 per person. Leaving at 4:30am unless otherwise.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

ERIC'S TACKLE 10 DAY


We have booked Randy Toussaint and Tim Ekstrom's ROYAL STAR. The trip is ten days, leaving oct. 13th and returning on the 23rd. It is limited to 23 anglers with a price of  $2995. The cool thing is both of these guys I have known for years. Randy, I started fishing with back in 1990 aboard the Qualifier Excel now the Excel. Tim, even earlier, about 1985, aboard Frank Lopreste's Royal Polaris. We have about half the boat booked now and expect to have it full in a few months. If you have any interest call me[(805)648-5665] asap because this will be a trip of a life time. Thanks and flat seas Eric

Calstar's new rail rods!




If you are interested in the new rail rod by calstar, the 770XH, we just finished building our first. We have wrapped the rod with fuji usg casting guides. This rod feels incredible. Next week we will be recieving the 770XXH, an even stiffer 7' rail rod. The 770XH blanks are for sale for $140 and in stock. Custom built rods roller or usg(silicone carbide) will be running about $450-$500 each. The time line on customs is about 8 weeks. tight lines eric

The baddest man to ever fish the channel islands?

Reprinted from igfa web site
Roy E. Naftzger, Jr.
Ted Naftzger’s love affair with swordfishing began more than 40 years ago. It was in 1960 that Naftzger bought his first Rybovich, shipped her to Los Angeles, renamed her “Hustler,” and hired Capt. Art Cherry to run her. On the West Coast in those days few bothered with swordfish, preferring striped marlin. But Cherry had considerable experience baiting broadbill in the East, so Ted Naftzger began trying the same techniques in the Pacific. The rest is history, for since 1963 Naftzger has caught 49 broadbill on rod and reel, believed to be more than any other person in the world. And he is the master of daytime swordfishing - surface baiting and catching this most difficult saltwater sport fish at the most difficult time of day. Naftzger himself considers this nearly impossible in most waters but “the only really interesting and sporting way to catch them.” Ted Naftzger’s sportfishing accomplishments are many. He was a member of the U.S. Team at the International Tuna Cup Matches from 1967 to 1970, taking the winning fish twice. He is Past President of The Tuna Club, where he still holds a Club record set in 1970 for a 503 pound broadbill swordfish on 80 pound dacron line, and he remains on the records books in Massachusetts, as well, for a 131 pound white marlin caught off Nantucket in 1982. Naftzger frequently fished the prestigious Masters Tournaments, and is a founding member of the Channel Island Broadbill Tournament and The Lizard Island Fishing Club. Naftzger’s dedication to IGFA is equally impressive, having been a member of the Board of Trustees from 1979 to 2002 and serving as Board Secretary from 1986 to 2001. In 1994, Ted Naftzger received IGFA’s Elwood K. Harry Fellowship Award in honor of his lifelong contributions to recreational angling. And though Ted Naftzger has successfully fished for the most exciting game fish all over the world, spending many seasons on the Great Barrier Reef in particular, it’s his swordfishing skills that are legendary. To Naftzger, swordfishing is a passion, and he has few peers in this often humbling and frustrating sport. In his own words: “The hunt for swordfish is absolutely magnificent. You take your boat and search the surface of the ocean for your quarry, constantly testing your mental ability to solve one of nature’s closely-guarded secrets. It’s precisely this challenge that keeps me coming back. If it were easy, I wouldn’t do it.”

classic tuna fishing

Oops, we missed the harbor

Four people were rescued from a commercial fishing boat early Friday morning after it ran aground just south of Ventura Harbor, authorities said.
Ventura City Fire Department and Harbor Patrol employees watch over the beached Saigon 1 on Friday. The accident is being investigated.
Ventura City Fire Department and Harbor Patrol employees watch over the beached Saigon 1 on Friday. The accident is being investigated.
After receiving a report at 2:33 a.m. about the incident one-quarter mile south of the harbor, firefighters and Harbor Patrol officers found the 40-foot fishing boat taking on water in the surf. Four people were on the boat, which was about 100 feet from shore, Ventura City Fire Department officials said.
Rescue swimmers from the Ventura Harbor Patrol and the Ventura City Fire Department helped all four people off the boat and walked them safely through the waves to shore, said Battalion Chief Matt Brock of the Fire Department. No injuries were reported.
The U.S. Coast Guard was looking into the reasons the boat ran aground.
The boat, a Long Beach-based vessel named the Saigon 1, was on its way to Ventura Harbor from the Santa Barbara area with a cargo of shrimp, Fire Department officials said.

Friday, January 8, 2010

The PILIKIA

cool san clemente monster story

Historical Note: I Saw a Sea Monster, by Ralph Bandini
From Esquire Magazine for Men, June 1934

Have any of you ever seen a sea monster? No? Very well—I have!It is an amazing story—and true in every detail. I am quite aware that it takes square issue with science. I have no illusions as to inevitable scepticism. Nevertheless, I know what I saw—and I tell it as I saw it.Just at the moment sea monsters constitute what is known in newspaper parlance as "hot copy." Almost any week in the daily papers, in Sunday supplements, in magazines, the reader can find some yarn telling of this or that strange creature seen in the sea. It is almost as though all the hidden monsters of the depths had suddenly taken it into their heads to pop up to the surface.Of course there is nothing new in this matter of sea monsters. For hundreds, even thousands of years, sailormen have brought to port tales of sea serpents—but their stories have been scoffed at. Scientists have gravely declared that no such creatures exist. To a layman such certainty cannot help arousing wonder. We know that strange and monstrous forms of life existed on land when the world was young—and in the sea as well. Granted that the land creatures are long ago extinct by reason of revolutionary changes in living conditions, nevertheless, those same changes have not been so pronounced in the sea. It would not seem beyond the realm of possibility that some of them may have survived. For good and sufficient reasons, as will be seen, personally I believe they have.Be all that as it may be, however, the fact remains that recently there seems to have been a sudden revival of these intriguing tales.We have the serpentine creature allegedly seen by some hundred-fifty more or less reliable persons in Loch Ness, Scotland. There are those two with the Louisa Alcott names said to disport themselves off Juan de Fuca Straits. In Lake Okanagan, British Columbia, there is another one, sufficiently credited by the authorities that they offer facilities to anyone who will go after the thing in a spirit of true scientific research. Then, from Acapulco, comes that amazing story of the track of a great, three-toed creature coming up out of the sea and returning, all between tides; of the deep furrow plowed by its dragging tail; of the deep, barrel-like depression in the wet sand where it rolled and wallowed! I happen to know the man who saw those tracks. He is not a liar.Quite probably some of the reported sea serpents—I do not mean those which I have specifically mentioned—are inventions pure and simple. Others may have been illusions. After all, a flight of low-flying birds along the horizon, bits of floating stuff (it's queer the shapes that flotsam on the surface sometimes takes), might, in poor light, take on the semblance of an undulating sea serpent. However, one would not go far amiss to accept that queer creatures have been seen upon the face of the sea.Now most of the above mentioned beasties, with the possible exception of the one near Acapulco, have been given wide publicity. However, there is still another, about which little or nothing has been told or written. This is that huge Thing sometimes called the "San Clemente Monster"—and monster it truly is if ever there was one! I have seen it—and I know whereof I speak.
San Clemente Island is a lonely, wind-swept bit of rock and sand lying some fifty miles south of Los Angeles Harbor. It is little frequented except by fishermen. Its waters are lonely, too. Days can go by when one will never see a boat. The Thing, itself, appears to like this remote bit of the ocean—that windy channel between San Clemente and Santa Catalina.Just why so little has been said about so strange a resident of so publicity-minded a community as Southern California it is hard to say. Certainly it has been seen by enough persons—some twenty-five or thirty that I know of and many of whom bear reputations for veracity beyond reproach. Furthermore, it has been seen periodically over the last fifteen or twenty years. Perhaps this paucity of detail is mainly due to the fact that the Thing is so monstrous, so utterly incredible, so impossible, that any sane man shuns the incredulity with which his tale is inevitably received. In fact, I know this to be true. Some of my intimate friends have seen it. They know that I have seen it. Yet, despite friendship, despite this mutual knowledge of one another's experience, I find most of them reluctant to talk, even to me. One interesting phase of the matter is this. Whenever I have been able to persuade one of these friends to do so, we have independently drawn sketches of what we saw. Barring differences in artistic skill these drawings show one and the same thing!About fifteen or twenty years ago rumors began to be current around Avalon that there was something queer out in the Clemente Channel. There were guarded hints of some huge, unnameable Thing lifting up out of the sea. These rumors were shadowy, difficult to run down. No one credited with having seen the Thing would admit it. Still the rumors persisted. Perhaps the very evasiveness encountered was tantamount to admission.I was out in the Southern California channels a lot during those days, fishing for tuna and swordfish. Naturally I heard about the Thing. Being by nature curious. I proceeded to ask questions—but learned nothing. My boatman, Percy Neale, an old timer at Avalon, was said to have seen it. I asked him. Percy looked out to sea—made some irrelevant remark—then, when pressed, muttered something about "eyes as big as dinner plates" and changed the subject.Then came my first view of the Thing!
We were fishing for tuna about ten miles off Catalina in the Clemente Channel. It was a windy afternoon—the channel a welter of breaking seas. Suddenly Percy let out a yell."Look! Look! Over there!"He pointed to seaward. I saw it! About a mile away something huge, wet and glistening, was lifting up out of sea! Higher and higher it raised until I felt my skin crawl. To this very day I vividly remember that queer, empty feeling in the pit of my stomach.Why should I be scared! Just picture it for yourselves. A tumbled, broken sea, flecked with white, and stretching away to the horizon's edge. Catalina looming through the golden haze of afternoon. San Clemente a vague shadow far to southward. Sea birds wheeling, hovering, darting. That monstrous Thing rising up out of the sea!I don't know how long he stayed up. Perhaps a minute—perhaps less. Fascinated, spellbound, we watched him. Then, before our very eyes, majestically, slowly, he sank back into the depths from whence he had come.There was a scarcity of small talk aboard that ship from then on. Tuna fishing seemed to have lost a lot of its charm. Swiftly developed a multitude of perfectly good and sufficient reasons why we should forget further fishing for that day and go home early—leaving that particular bit of the world to whatever might care to claim it.As we slipped up the coast toward Avalon through the quiet waters of the lee side—as we began to encounter other boats—to meet again man and his handiworks, the horror of what we had seen seemed to lessen and our tongues were loosed. We talked grandly about how we would go ashore and spread the wonder of what we had seen to the world at large—possibly make our everlasting fortunes out of it. But we did no such thing! Somehow or another, face to face with the orderliness of Avalon town, with the smug scepticism of the Tuna Club, we found our lips sealed. Words would not come. Instead we slunk furtively to the nearest bar and tossed down two stiff drinks.Two or three years passed. Others saw the Thing. Some, braver than their fellows, talked. Little by little the earlier discoverers came out of their shells and talked, too. All accounts from those who had been really close to the Thing agreed upon three fundamentals: that it was enormous; that it possessed huge and horrible eyes; that it was something absolutely unknown to man. A composite description of the Thing was forwarded to the late Dr. David Starr Jordan of Stanford University. He replied by suggesting it probably was a sea elephant! Our descriptive powers must have been woefully weak. It was no more a sea elephant than I am. I have seen them, many of them—roaming around the sea—in their native rookery at Guadalupe Island. Sea elephants look like seals except that they are larger and have a prolonged, hooked upper nostril. This Thing was not a sea elephant nor did it remotely resemble one.Then came my second and only close-up view of the Thing!It was in September, 1920. I was fishing for marlin swordfish at San Clemente with the late Smith Warren. We were staying at Mosquito Harbor where the fish camp used to be. It was early in the morning—about 8:00 o'clock. We had worked close in shore the three miles from the camp down to the East End. We had then turned back up the coast and worked along about a mile and a half to two miles off shore. The sea was glassy with just a little roll coming down the island. Overhead it was overcast—one of California's summer fogs. Objects on the surface showed black in that light. The brown slopes swept up abruptly to almost meet the gray mist. We passed Mosquito and the white tents of the camp and were nearly abreast of White Rock. Smithy was down in the cockpit doing something or another. I was perched on top of the cabin looking for fish. My bait trolled along astern, the rod tied to the fishing chair.Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something huge lifting up out of the sea. Turning swiftly I was face to face with something I had never seen before—will probably never see again!Here it is—just as I saw it. Take it or leave it.A great barrel shaped Thing, tapering toward the top and surmounted by a reptilian head strangely resembling those of the huge, prehistoric creatures whose reproductions stand in various museums. It lifted what must have been a good twenty feet. Widely spaced in the head were two eyes—eyes such as were never conceived of even in the wildest nightmare! Immense, at least a full foot in diameter, round, slightly bulging, and as dead looking as though they had seen all the death the world has suffered since its birth! No wonder those who had seen it close by could speak of little else but the eyes!This was the picture that came into the lenses of my seven power binoculars the moment I clapped them on to the Thing—knowing what I was looking at. At the same time I yelled to Smithy to head for it.Through the glasses the head, those awful eyes, that portion of the body showing—and it must have been at least six feet thick, perhaps more, appeared scarcely a hundred feet away. It was covered with what looked like stiff, coarse hair, almost bristles. Strangely enough, considering the light, I gained a distinct impression of a reddish tinge. Remember that.The bulk of the Thing simply cannot be told. To this day I don't believe that I saw anything but the head and a section of the neck—if it had a neck. What was below the surface only God knows. But listen to this. You will recollect that I mentioned a little roll coming down the island? The Thing did not rise and fall in that roll as even a whale would. The waves beat against it and broke.As we drew nearer, the great head which had been slowly turning, stopped. The huge, dead eyes fixed themselves upon us! Even today, after fourteen years, I can still see them—yes—feel them. For seconds—it seemed like hours—they stared at us incuriously, dull and lifeless. Then, without convulsion of any sort, it started to sink, slowly, majestically—and disappeared beneath the surface. There was no swirl, no whirlpool, no fuss, no nothing. The waters closed over it and it was gone.With its disappearance I think we breathed for the first time. I looked at Smithy—Smithy looked at me."J——!" I croaked.He threw out the clutch and we lay to—staring at the empty sea. I was wringing wet and my knees shook. Smithy, normally a voluble man, was speechless. Mechanically he stooped down and picked up a little piece of wire leader from the cockpit floor, tossing it overboard. Around us was the same gray sea, the same sea birds, the same lonely, brown-sloped island. Overhead was the same gray fog. But everything was different. All the friendliness had gone. We, two frail humans, had looked into the eyes of the Past—and looking was not good.Only a week later I was talking to N. B. Schofield, head of the Bureau of Commercial Fisheries of the California Division of Fish and Game. Schofield is an ichthyologist of considerable reputation and a pupil of the late Dr. David Starr Jordan. He suggested that I was said to have seen a strange monster and asked me about it. After I had described the Thing he was silent for a minute or two then went on to say that fishermen out of Monterey, California, swore that they had been seeing a similar creature only recently.
So frightened were some of them at what they had seen that they refused for days to go to sea. I drew a sketch of the Thing which Schofield pocketed to show to them. I haven't heard whether or not they identified it as one and the same thing. Mind you, Schofield in no wise accepted my story or theirs.From my own experience and from those of others I will say unequivocally that the Thing is very shy.I was never closer to the Thing than three hundred yards—perhaps more. I know two men who have been closer than that but there is no material variance in their stories and mine other than one of them thinks he saw a mouth with teeth. I am quite sure that I did not.As to how large the Thing is—your guess is as good as mine. I have a feeling, probably a sort of sixth sense, which tells me that I saw only a small portion of the beast—that beneath the surface was a body greater than that of any known creature, a whale included. However, that is nothing more than an unprovable hunch. I do not know whether it was serpentine in form or not. I again have a feeling that it was not. If it was—then we had better revise our views on serpents.I have told all I know about the Thing. Now, I will lay all my cards face up upon the table. Smith Warren is dead; his lips are sealed. Neale is still living but was never as close to the creature as were we. True, there are a number from out of the ranks of those twenty-five or thirty who have seen the Thing who are still alive. Some of them might come forward in defense of my story—but I shall not ask them to.I shall never ask any man to put his neck into a noose of ridicule on my behalf. There is one man who has been closer to the Thing than any of us—but he refuses point blank to talk, even to me.So—there you have it. Just as I wrote earlier—take it or leave it. It is all one to me. Smile if you want to—laugh if you want to. I have taken it before—I can take it again. But, when you laugh, if you do—just remember those old immortal lines— "There are stranger things," etc. Also, remember one other thing. You have not been out alone upon the sea and seen a monstrous Thing lift up out of the depths and close beside you—you have not felt the baleful stare of those awful eyes—you have not sensed the cold breath of ages past upon you. I have—and that's that. Adios.