Home sweet home for the next day or so… Watch this space for updates as DriftngSon & Son ride waves and attempt to catch some fish!

Sheltered by a Kiawe tree

Viewing southeast from the tent

Dante's first fish! (don't ask me what the heck it is!)

Paradise at dusk...
We tried- the swell was easily 4ft as we set up camp, but as soon as I paddled out, it dropped to a consistent 2 ft. Always happens. I got few decent waves and paddled in to do some fishing. Dante won the day with his fish but, alas, we were unable to put dinner in the pan. And so- we find our hero enjoying the feast of the unsuccesful fishermen- chili. Joe commented on scorpions; though none have been spotted thus far, we are having to fend off very aggressive cockroaches the size of my big toe!

Feast of the fishless

These buggers are nasty! The only downside to an otherwise perfect spot.
Morning update, 1/2/10:
We awoke to overcast skies and light sprinkling of rain which this landscape needs desperately. Not enough to make much difference though. I spent a few hours in awesome chest high and glassy surf with one other guy out-Scott from Na’alehu, who is a recent import from Haleiwa. In between sets, we devised a plan to kayak out to a wayward bout that has flounder a new home just off shore here- there has to be a fish colony hiding under that thing!

Dante, catching some waves, and refusing to come in for lunch.

Wild boys of Ka`u
Ok- and we’re back. Looks like I broke the blog again, so liveblogging stalled out but we did make a trip out to the bouy, which turned out to be FAD G ( Fish Aggregation Device) (Check this out: it’s been missing since 04/09) which is usually many miles offshore to create a food chain of small fish that attract bigger fish that attract bigger fish, etc. It apparently broke its mooring (northeast of Hilo!) and has become hung up on the reef about a quarter mile off Kaalualu Point.
So Scott generously offered up his tandem kayak to Dante and I and he took his one man out for the mile or so paddle around the swells breaking on the point and out to the bouy. Once around the point we were rising and falling in the brunt force of the swell that definitley looked to be all of the 5 ft that Surfline was calling it- pretty impressive in the kayak, and humbling. I jumped in with my mask on at the bouy to scan the area but saw nothing substantial in the 50 ft depth that quickly dropped off to blue water, so we just started trolling with some plugs. Scott hooked into the first fish and we paddled over to watch him land it- turned out to something neither of us coul identify. He quickly got another one, and I think he threw the first two back, but after Dante hooked one we started keeping them to have something to bring home. Dante had a blast, barely holding on to the pole when they hit and shaking from the strain of reeling and sheer excitement. I took over to land the two we ended up with, after he fought them up to the boat. A thrashing fish with double trable hooks sticking out of its mouth is nothing to mess with! They were probably less than two pounds, but put up a really nice fight, and fileted out nicely into firm white slabs. Turns out that they are forktail snappers, as it just so happens that Scott was camping with a couple of oceanographers who were able to ID them. The only problem, is that from what I’ve been able to google, they are an introduced species from Africa, and notorious for carrying the ciguatera toxin. So- I think I’ll be holding off on eating them until I can verify that info, and maybe even buy a cigua- test kit. Nasty stuff.

Wahanui (forktail snapper)
Tags: Boardriding, Excursions, Fishing, Oceans