Bob "Bubba" Rich Jr. prowling the docks of Islamorada, Fla., this weekend with billfish on his mind.
Photo courtesy of Craig Reagor Bob Rich Jr. battles an 1,100-pound black marlin while fishing Australia's Great Barrier Reef. Rich was aboard the 43-foot charter boat Calypso skippered by Capt. Tim Dean when he hooked and released the "grander" on Oct. 5 while fishing in the Lizard Island Black Marlin Classic.
You can find Bob "Bubba" Rich Jr. prowling the docks of Islamorada, Fla., this weekend with billfish on his mind.
The Buffalo, N.Y.businessman, author and avid angler will be on the water trying to hook up with a sleek sailfish. Monster black marlin still dominate his brain waves, though, after recently fulfilling a quest of three decades to haul in a "grander," one of the most elusive trophies in fishing.
A "grander" is a marlin that weighs more than 1,000 pounds. Few places boast billfish that big and it's the rare fisherman who has caught one.
The world record is a 1,560-pound marlin caught in 1953 off Cabo Blanco, Peru.
"It was on my bucket list," said Rich via telephone on Thursday from Islamorada, Fla.
Rich has caught big billfish, including a 750-pound blue marlin off the African Coast. The "grander" had been most elusive.
"When a fishing pal, Craig Reagor of Ponte Vedra, Fla., wanted to team up to fish the Lizard Island Black Marlin Classic in October off Australia's Great Barrier Reef, I was all in," said Rich.
"On the third day of fishing with Capt. Tim Dean on his 43-foot charter boat Calypso, I hooked up. When it came out of the water, leaping about 10 feet into the air, it took everyone's breath away."
Rich is devoted to catch and release. He wanted to quickly fight the big marlin to the boat before a big shark could take a swipe at it, a common occurrence. Dean backed the boat down on the leaping marlin and in just 15 minutes it was ready to tag and release.
"When the mate grabbed the leader, he turned the marlin's head around," said Rich. "The marlin charged the boat and speared the transom in front of me with its bill. When I looked down after the fish had been released, I saw a two-inch hole in the tuna door on the transom. The only thing I could think of was to ask Dean if I had to pay for repairs."
That night, Rich woke up in a cold sweat. He'd suddenly realized if the 1,100-pound marlin had vaulted out of the water about six inches higher, it could have landed in Rich's lap and put the crew in peril.
"Maybe the marlin could have taken something off her bucket list, too," said Rich, with a laugh.
The drama of Rich's marlin adventure is on YouTube.
Rich is more of a regular guy than an elitist angler. Chairman of the family-owned Rich Products Corporation, one of the world's largest frozen food companies, Rich relishes his southern-style nickname of "Bubba." He has a fondness for fishing guides, although many of the best are crusty, profane and quite obstinate about how to catch bonefish or big marlin. They don't pamper fishing fools, Rich said.
Rich can afford to fish just about anywhere he wants to wet a line. Docked in Islamorada are his 45-foot Gamefisherman for offshore fishing, and a 17-foot flats boat. Back in Buffalo is a bass boat, though Rich admits he is still learning about the fishing in his own back yard.
"I fished with (TV fishing star) Bill Dance in one of Gary Ellis's Redbone tournaments in Florida," said Rich. "Dance told me in no uncertain terms that Lake Erie - including the Buffalo and Cleveland areas - is the best place in the world for trophy smallmouth bass."
Fishing and public service now consume Rich's life.
"Cleveland Clinic President Dr. Toby Cosgrove and I are fraternity brothers, and he asked me to head up a development campaign to raise $1.25 billion. I had been a trustee with the Cleveland Clinic since 2002, but didn't know if I really wanted to be asking people for money. When I heard myself say, 'Sure, I'll do it.' I wondered where that voice came from."
Last December, Rich wrapped up the Cleveland Clinic campaign, which raised $1.4 billion. In February, he was named chairman of the board.
"It may sound corny, but taking youngsters fishing is most important to me," said Rich. "Think about who you were with when you learned to fish. It's usually grandparents, because parents are too busy earning a living. I want to take my grandchildren fishing, and show them how to catch that first fish.
"Teach someone to fish and you're the someone they will remember for the rest of their lives."
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Clevelanders should find it easy to connect with Bob Rich Jr., other than the fact that's he's wealthy, charismatic and hung up on salt water fishing with a fly rod.
Rich, 70, is from Buffalo, N.Y., a similar rust belt city also on Lake Erie. Chairman of the family-owned Rich Products Corporation, Rich enjoys professional baseball, having owned the Buffalo Bisons, for a time the Cleveland Indians farm team. Hockey has long been in his blood. A goalie in college, Rich fondly remembers booing "bad guys" like Fred Glover when the Cleveland Barons played his beloved Buffalo Bisons in the American Hockey League.
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An all-around athlete, Rich owned a string of polo ponies and flirted with team handball. In 1974, Rich discovered salt water fishing. He has not been the same since.
"I did things a little backward when it came to fishing," said Rich. "I fished a little as a youngster around Buffalo in a 14-foot boat with my grandfather. I really fell in love with the sport on my first fishing trip to the Florida Keys. I've fished all over the world since, but Islamorada, Fla., still my favorite destination."
Rich has also become an accomplished author. His fourth book, "The Right Angle: Tales from a Sporting Life," chronicles his life as a die-hard athlete and sports fan, his battles to bring pro sports to Buffalo and even his infatuation with playing polo. Anglers will especially enjoy the last half of the book, which focuses on Rich's love of fishing and famous fishing friends.
Bonefish triggered Rich's infatuation.
One of Rich's pals, an aging hippie named Robert Buck who'd moved from Buffalo to Orlando, Fla., invited Rich to fish with crusty Islamorada guide Jim Brewer, who would die soon after in an airplane crash. Brewer goaded Rich into correctly casting a hook baited with a lively shrimp in front of a pair of large bonefish cruising the flats. One of the bonefish snared the shrimp and both Rich and bonefish were firmly hooked.
The bonefish took off like a freight train, peeling off most of the fishing line from Rich's spinning reel. The spectacular fight completely answered Rich's own early-morning question: "Why would I want to go fishing?"