We didn’t waste much time looking for wahoo this morning as we saw no sign they were around. We even tried a quick drift fishing the bottom but found only a few small white fish and a couple of other types of bottom dwellers agreeable to biting. In all it was probably around an hour’s worth of effort and we were back on our way to points south.

Never the less, we were grateful for the travel break up and the quick chance of venting a little anticipation for which there is no shortage of on board. Weather continues to be perfect in every way as is the food and the company. We will travel again all day tomorrow and get down to business first thing Friday morning. Wish I could spin it more, but there is nothing else of importance I can think to say. You know the main reason you clicked on the reports was to read today’s poem any way!

POEM OF THE DAY

On the charter the reading club booked
Many fish were caught and cooked
They put a book out and waited
It wasn’t even baited
Once they read the first page fish were hooked.