We’ve been on the move all day and will arrive at the “beach” sometime tomorrow morning. At this point in the trip it really doesn’t matter what we find there and whatever we catch we’ll have fun doing it. It’s really somewhat of a mystery and it sounds like almost anything could or could not be happening there. Even though most of the passengers are long range veterans, hardly any of us have fished there though we are all familiar with the stories of fabulous monster tuna bites that have occurred in that area from time to time. You’ll definitely want to check the next report for the blow by blow. The day was spent breaking down what tackle you could while making sure you kept at least a minimum amount of rods still set up to cover everything from 50lb to heavy, heavy gear. We are looking forward to whatever happens and spirits are high. Mark and Alex had a beautiful sushi and fish buffet set out for lunch featuring Wahoo tempura, Ceviche, and assorted California rolls with all the associated trimmings. It was great and serves as my inspiration for the………….

POEM OF THE DAY

When he heard they’d eat him raw
He was filled with shock and awe
So the fish played dead
On a sea weed bed
A plan with an obvious flaw.