Same story here today. We battled our way to a fair score at best in the face of a worthy adversary. Right now this zone is not feeling kindly toward us. Aside from the weather, which today was glorious, our tormentors were abundant, and widely distributed. From a lack of fish, to a lack of fish biting that we did find, to aggressive packs of sand paper skinned locals with seemingly insatiable appetites for more than a few of those we did fool onto the lines, the deck was squarley stacked against us. It wasn't all pain and woe however. This group is taking the drubbing in stride recognizing that we still have plenty of time, and regardless of current production, or lack thereof, the show must go on. And on it did. A mid day lunch break, that featured high (octane) spirits and a good old fashioned outdoor barbecue set the exact tone that we were looking for. In a scenic setting that can only be described as surreal we stopped the boat, took in the spectacular surroundings, whooped it up mightily, enjoyed a feast fit for a king, then set back out to the grounds after the appreciated by all, incredible respite. No matter what we do, or how hard we try there are times when the fishing falls flat. Another card or two in the stack, only to be played in the most needful times, can go a long way toward enhancing the vacation aspect of these adventures. Today the time was right. Another day in paradise awaits us tomorrow as we continue to ply the waters waiting for conditions to repatriate the tuna to this sacred outpost. The guarantee in all this is that we will continue working toward the goal of making a worthy catch to the last minute possible. Armed now to the teeth with perfect bait and anglers ready for vengance, say a prayer for these tuna if they get close to us with an appetite now. Photo today features long time Royal Star veteran and friend Chip Mezin with his first “photo worthy” tuna of the voyage, a fat, 160 pound model.