Holoholo: Shibi on the rocks caught on homemade damashi!

First time Holoholo writer Krystal with a heart warming story of an incredible catch.

Krystal: Hi, I’m on the Big Island. As a kid, my dad would take me fishing and I loved it. After he suddenly passed when I was 12, I never went fishing again. Having a health scare of my own towards the end of 2016 with a diagnosis of leukemia, life had taken on a new meaning. In January 2019, I made up my mind to do what I love. My own three kiddos were older now and I was managing my health better. Going holoholo has been my therapy. I hope to share a few of my stories with you along the way.

It all started with the invite to The Rock.

I’ve heard the name Suicide Rock thrown around by fishermen over the years but never knew where it was exactly or why it was so “famous,” if that’s even the word to use. As a novice fisherwoman, I knew it was hard to get that spot and didn’t want to skip on this potential once in a lifetime opportunity.

I had just broken the largest eye of my dunk pole a couple days before the invite and asked my brother to borrow his. The day right before our trip my husband came home with a surprise. He had just come back from visiting our landlady who had been going through her late husband’s possessions. My husband opened our car trunk to reveal about a dozen rods and reels! They were all old school, mostly medium-heavy dunk poles, just what I needed! I selected an 11 ft Ugly Stik to take on the trip and gave my brother back his dunk pole.

I had found one of my late father’s old conventional reels in our storage. Nothing special, a very old Eagle Claw brand reel with a line winder. I had never used a conventional reel before but wanted something that could hold more line than my biggest reel (a Penn Passion 5000). The guys I fish with like to use drones to take their jigs 400+ yards out and I could never get that close even with my biggest spinner.

I took apart the conventional, cleaned it, greased it and spooled on as much 50lb braid as I could on there. I wasn’t gonna jig with it, just slow retrieve a damashi with bait. I figured that this reel paired with the Ugly Stik was gonna be just fine for what I wanted, little did I know how it would turn out.

Fast forward to our trip. Suicide Rock was everything I imagined it to be, a rock out from the rest of the land that you need to time with the waves to get to. Water surges between the main land and the rock and also comes over the entire rock itself at times. Not for the faint of heart. I planned to leave the rock for the guys and stick to the safer part of the spot we were fishing.

It was near sunset on our 2nd day and I decided to give my setup a try. My friend had just tied up a few damashi rigs and gave one to me but now, it was nowhere to be found! I decided to take it into my own hands and tie one myself. I grabbed the biggest line I had: 40lb mono. A spool of line I found under the house I’m renting. It belonged to my late landlord. I looked through my tackle and picked up the size 16 BKN hooks thinking they were a decent size.

I began to tie a hook on with a snell knot, or what I think is a snell knot but couldn’t remember which way the line was supposed to wrap around. I ended up doing it backwards. I should have started with the bottom hook not the top one of the damashi line. Oh well. I looked at the bottom hook of the chain of 3 I just tied and didn’t trust the snell would hold. I managed to finagle a sort of clinch knot on top of it to give myself extra assurance and kept the tag a little longer than I normally would just in case the knot slipped a bit (little did I know).

My friend sent my damashi out into the sky and woops! It dropped pretty close to shore. There was a knot in my reel that caused it to stop unexpectedly. Unable to get the knot out, I reluctantly reeled my damashi back in so it wouldn’t snag the bottom. On the 2nd attempted drop, the bait on my bottom hook came off (I was using dead halalu pieces). Another friend decided to add a whole piece of frozen shrimp on the bottom hook as well as a small piece to the middle hook. It looked ridiculous going out on the 3rd attempted drop. My friend said he’d drone out really slowly this time. We found the knot in my reel and managed to get it out! This time the damashi went really far.

We let it sink maybe 20 seconds or so and I slowly began to retrieve. Everyone began to go about their own when I suddenly got stuck. I reeled a bit harder and wait, was this a fish? Everyone began to notice the struggle I had and shouted “Krystal’s on!”

Whatever was on my line was really heavy and every few minutes it would run and undo all the line I just managed to reel in. My left forearm was on fire as I got the fish closer to land but the guys said it was going way to the right — right to Suicide Rock! They said I had to go out there to land it. I slowly walked my way over the lava rocks, with all the guys right by my side guiding me and coaching me the whole way. They had to clear my line of the ulua poles they had out on the rock. The fish went right, then left, then right again. Finally they could see that I wouldn’t be able to land it from where I wanted as it was rubbing the ledge and getting stuck. They took my pole from me and braved Suicide Rock to fight the fish so I could remain safe on the main land.

The waves were washing all over the rock as they tried to land the fish. They had to get it unstuck from the ledge a few times and one of my friends nearly ended up in the water. When he saw the fish come up in the whitewash he reached down to grab it with the gaff and it stuck! Chee hoo! It was an 8.9 lb shibi (ahi under 100lb).

I never thought that a shibi would be the fish I’d catch with a damashi. Let alone my very first damashi I had ever tied and on frozen shrimp! Everything came together in an almost surreal way. A trip of a lifetime equaled to a fish of a lifetime.