the day lightning struck twice…


The date was May 14th, 2016, a day I will not soon forget. It was an early wake up call that Saturday morning when me and my fishing bud, Dr. John Whitaker left the dock at dark o’thirty. We had one thing on our minds. We were looking for Big Bertha, or what we call a large female calico bass on fly. Call it Walter Checker Pants, Sportcoat Annie or anything thing you want. We were fly fishing big fish water and I made sure I had my ten weight Sage Xi3 rod and Sage 4200 reel ready. I was fishing with 12 pound tippet and a very simple articulated sculpin head fly. The sculpin heads I use come courtesy of my friend Martin Bawden of Flymen Flyfishing Company. I believe I had a small brown size sculpin head straight out of the package on a #2 Gamagatsu B10 Stinger hook. We started fishing in the dark, working some nice structure on a falling high tide. Things looked promising, water temps were good and most importantly we had a consistent weather pattern in our favor.

As luck would have it we didn’t get a touch for the first hour, maybe hour and a half? We looked at each other like what is going on here? A ten inch fish would have been welcomed by either party. Little did I know it was the calm before the storm. I was fishing big dark colored flies that were around 6 to 8 inches in length. I wanted to feed a big bass a steak dinner. As we entered the grey hour or false dawn,the light was slowly becoming visible, I was able to see a little better and decided to change my fly. I went to a smaller fly, same style. We drifted over to a defined area with some nice boiler rocks and began casting, still no love. All the morning I kept telling myself, be ready, don’t day dream, be ready. Playing out the scenario of what I should do if I get an eat, what is my routine, like a short stop with nobody on base and two outs knowing that a ground ball is going to first. I looked over my shoulder and saw a very small piece of underwater structure only present by the slight variation of swirl movement on the surface. I launched a cast and let in sink. On my third strip she ate. This is where it got interesting and had I not played the scenario in my head I would have choked. I immediately pointed my rod at the fish and clamped down on the line and rod with both hands. Knowing a fly rod has very little leverage, lifting the rod on the eat gives all the advantage to a big fish, it would have been game over. Now we were in a tug of war, she wanted to go home and I wanted my fly back. We stood at this position for an eternity, probably 10-15 seconds, we were in a stand off, then I started to use my body and turn her with side pressure moving her maybe a foot. This is where I made my move. I quickly got two strips in and clamped down again with two hands on the line and rod. I moved her enough to where there was now space between her and the safety of her destroying my tackle. Her spirit started to break, I again got a couple of quick strips, never allowing any line to slip, this was key! She started to come my way and over my left shoulder I could see John was ready with the net. She surfaced like a deflated beach ball and just fit into the net. When she landed on deck we looked at each other and knew she was a new pending world record. A few high fives and choice words later, I put that rod down to take the pics need to record this monumental catch. We didn’t know it but we were staring down at the largest calico bass ever on fly! She weighed in at 9.23 pounds on 12 pound tippet eclipsing the current record of 5.4! But this is where things got even more insane.

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Photo by Al Quattrocchi

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Photo by Joh Whitaker

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Photo by Joh Whitaker

Prior to this morning’s adventure, like only two days earlier, my partner Dr. John Whitaker nailed a PB White Sea Bass on one of my small sculpin flies that went 27 pounds on 16 pound tippet, a little short of the world record 38 pound fish. It was a beauty! Apparently there were a few in the area. So John tells me Q put down that Sage rod, you are done with it for the day after landing Big Bertha. Grab your other rod.

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another great fly rod catch by Dr. John Whitaker on 16 pound tippet, just short of a world record.

My other rod was a vintage throwback G Loomis 10/11 and a Seamaster Tarpon reel with a #10 clear intermediate Cortland Liquid Crystal fly line that was spooled on the night before. An outfit that my good old friend, Jerry Pierce used to fly fish the Florida Keys with back in the seventies for tarpon. I really wanted to someday honor this magical outfit for Jerry especially since he recently had to retire from fishing due to some health issues. The stick had serious mojo! Little did I know that was going to be a reality. So I grab the outfit and start to throw some surface poppers, hoping to entice a bass on the surface. John continued to fish calicos. Once the light was up and the bass bite subsided, John said ok, reel em in and put on a White Sea Bass fly. I pulled out a few big bucktail deceivers, I asked John which color, and we decided to got with a pink and white. Scanning the distant horizon John looked back at me and said, do ya see them? At first I didn’t know what he was referring to, then I looked and said yep! I saw movement on the surface which turned out to be a school of White Sea Bass cruising with backs and tails cutting through the surface. We cut the engine and drifted towards them. We casted at them for over a half an hour with no love. I was frustrated and told John I was going to take photos of this usual activity. It was National Geo time. Then I had an idea, maybe size down the fly, I looked through my box and grabbed a go-to small shady lady brown squid fly. One my buddy Bob Popovics taught me how to tie like over twenty years ago. I said to John if this doesn’t work nothing will. I tied it on and began casting. On the third cast I get a eat and it pulls some line but doesn’t feel like a sea bass. I strip in the fish and its a four pound calico, nice, but not the target species. I shake him off and continue casting at the school. On what seemed like the fifth or sixth cast I see a side flash and watch my line peel off the reel. I tell John she either ate or I fouled her but she is on. We start the boat to recover some line, the old seamster is a direct drive and hard to maintain pressure unless I button down the drag so I am literally at the mercy of the fish. I continue to short pump and use side pressure to get line back and start to get my fly line on the spool, she is coming my way. Finally I see color and begin to turn her towards the boat, she comes up sees the boat and doesn’t like the view, and off she goes peeling line with ease. I continue to put pressure on her and she turns coming at me. At first I think she’s gone then she changes direction and I feel her weight.  Whew, thought I lost her. We work this ballet until I see color once again and turn her as she starts to surface, glimmering purples and greens, I slide her down towards John, He readies the gaff but misses, bopping her off the head, she bolts deep and I let her go. I slowly regain my flyline, she is weary and slides up towards the surface, John makes the perfect head shot and we lay her on the deck. Another pending world record. She weighed in at 36 pounds on twenty pound tippet. The current record stands at 18.2 pounds on twenty. With no rods left to fish, we decided to head back in with big smiles and I personally had a sick feeling in my stomach, it hadn’t all set it. Lightning had just hit me twice and it would take a whole week to process the achievement. Call it luck, being in the right place at the right time, or maybe just being prepared for that magical moment in your life when everything comes together and is perfect. Whatever it is, I owe my buddy John Whitaker for being there with me and taking me to productive water and I thank God for knowing how much time I put in and allowing me to experience the magic we all dream about.

-Al Q

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cruising sea bass on the surface. photo by Al Quattrocchi

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photo by Al Quattrocchi

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Photo by John Whitaker

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top: shady lady squid fly tied by Al Q, bottom: Q articulated sculpin fly with small brown FishSkull sculpin head courtesy of Flymen Fly Fishing Co. Photo by Al Quattrocchi

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photo by Al Quattrocchi

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Photo by John Whitaker

 

 

 

 

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12 thoughts on “the day lightning struck twice…

  1. Kurt Vigil

    Excellent account! Congratulations on two catch of a lifetime moments!

  2. Glenn Ueda

    Al, easily the most stupendous day of SoCal fly fishing ever and so eloquently described. I am still STOKED for you buddy!

  3. Rick

    Congrats Q——Great story—-great read—–great memories for a lifetime!

  4. Al, where can I find recipe and instructions for Shady Lady online? We would like to publish that, with appropriate link/s. Too, is there a tying video available?

    That squid pattern travels well and gets bites where bites are known to be shy.

    Thanks.
    Skip Clement ( flylifemagazine.com ).

    • ondafly

      Skip:
      couldn’t find it online, but I know it’s in his book! Pretty straight ahead tie. I modified mine by tying the rear section on mono and then attaching the rear section to the shank and finishing the head…
      -Al

  5. Ronald Groth

    Great adventure, thanks for sharing! I felt like I was there with you guys.

  6. Jim Solomon

    All well deserved. Congrats Al! And the time put in will pay off, for you big time! -Jim

  7. DUSTIN

    Well written! I was totally immersed in the story.

    Sent from my iPhone

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  8. Scott Boller

    Thanks for sharing your accomplishments.

  9. Rick Olson

    Al, you deserve all of this. Los of hard work and determination have payed off. Congratulations. Rick

    • ondafly

      Thanks pal, it still doesn’t seem real, when I look at the pics I feel like I am looking at someone else!

  10. Donald Bell

    Hi Al Congratulations!! This is such a great story. I do believe that the sea spirits rewarded you for all you do for our sport. I wonder if you might agree to share the story with our Flyline. I think Marshall would need it in PDF form to get added to the newsletter. You did have Tight Lines! Don

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