It ended just like it began. And we were happy for it. Scratching away at something is far better than nothing. Though the morning began with dismal one fish, our slowest start yet, and had a rather ominous feel, things perked up a few hours later. We settled in as the area came to life and picked away at some nice fish until the closing bell sounded. As the island faded astern we made way north in bumpy conditions. Pleased to know that the forecast promises better going tomorrow we're even more pleased to know that the majority of these anglers will be jetting their way home from Los Cabos avoiding what is forecast to become a very unpleasant ride home. A brief respite from the breeze tomorrow and Wednesday then the chin straps will be buckled down tight on the crash helmets as the wind gets to howling. Fun. For now though the final miles en transit will be enjoyed in good company sharing tales, ale's, and spirits. Photo today features Charter Master Glenn Evans with his sweet 125 sliding over the rail courtesy of Captain Blake Wasano. More about Glenn later. For now we sign off holding on tight. Yes sir!