The fishing had been great. We had just come off one of the best days of redfish filming that we ever had on Gulf South Outdoors.
But, with in the chaos of this constant action, I had impaled myself with a treble hook that was what I remember most about this trip and what most viewers remember about that show.
The fishing part I love remembering, every time I reminded about the hook in my finger it brings back the painful memory of this treble hook having to be yanked out with a pair of pliers.
Our next filming opportunity came the very next week when Frank Wilem was taking his boat Vixen on an offshore adventure in search of Wahoo. What could possibly go wrong on this big nice boat with plenty of room to avoid making contact with a caught fish. Little did I know what was in store for me on this angling adventure.
I slept until I heard Captain Eric Gill slow the engines down and then I knew it was time for fishing. As I made my way out to the deck of Vixen, Eric and Frank already had lines out so I picked up the camera and began rolling.
After about 10 seconds into filming, two lines went off with drags screaming as the lines headed in the opposite direction of the boat. As I continued to film, Frank said "put the camera down and catch one of these nice Wahoo."
After a 15-minute fight, Frank and I both brought nice Wahoo along the side of Vixen. While they weren't huge, they were both in the 50-pound range. With a nice Wahoo on the on the deck in just the first few minutes of fishing, I was perfectly happy to work camera for the rest of the day. I had no idea that filming would be a greater danger on this trip than fishing.
Having admired my Wahoo for a few minutes, I picked up the camera and began to film again. After about 10 more seconds of filming, Frank hooked up with something that was pulling drag with far greater power than the two fish we had caught previously.
I knew this fish was going to be really big. After a back and forth struggle, Frank finally brought this big Wahoo into gaff range and over the side of Vixen it came hitting the deck with a thud like someone had dropped a bag of concrete. In an effort to get the best possible shot, I jumped around Frank and Eric and when I did my foot slipped into the mouth of this fish.
If you have never seen a Wahoo they are big fish with mouths full of razor sharp teeth. My immediate reaction was to yank my foot out of his mouth and when I did the puncture wounds began long gashes that started bleeding profusely.
So there we were, 100 miles offshore with the wahoo biting like crazy, both the baits and me and me bleeding like crazy.
Barry Foster, is the host and producer of Gulf South Outdoors