By Jenna Taylor
Photos by Hunter Forbes
Imagine this. It’s the first week of the month-long cobia tournament. You’re scrolling through Facebook and you see friends, acquaintances and numerous people who have recently caught cobia. You see a few small fish, some pushing 80 to 90 pounds.
Pictures upon pictures of successful trips. You go out that day, or maybe even for a full week. Staring into the abyss. Sitting on the tower, braving the crashing waves that are upon you. Sunburns, early mornings and long days. Hours upon hours logged atop the tower, contemplating your sanity.
Nothing. You see absolutely nothing. Except possibly a sea turtle or two. Maybe even a stingray. But those little critters are at least more than solely the awe-inspiring open waters of the Gulf of Mexico.
And that’s the truth about cobia fishing. What your Facebook feed doesn’t show are the numerous people who have gone day in and day out without seeing a fish. You may have days in which you see nothing, yet the boat to your left and right both catch fish.
But with those days also come the successful ones. That’s if the boredom hasn’t pushed you to forget about cobia fishing completely and take up turkey hunting instead.
Just ask the crewmembers on the Hey Baby. Going out everyday, you’re bound to have the dreadful ones in which you see nothing. But with persistence and hard work, they got it done the weekend of the Harbor Docks tournament. Cashing in more than $135,000 during the Crab Cruncher classic, you could say it was a successful few days.
Cobia fishing isn’t for everyone. It’s for those who can put up with the bad days and wait it out for the good ones to come through. Cobia fishing is for the individuals who can believe the elusive cobia are still out there. Yes, the numbers may have been better before the oil spill, or back in ’95 when 10 were caught on a bad trip. But in 2017, if you’re one of the persistent, lucky cobia fishing crews, that says a lot.
Only a great fisherman can endure and be patient through the months of March and April. With all that being said, when you are one of the lucky fishermen to catch one, boy, do you celebrate. Making it all worthwhile.
Until next year, cobia season.