We arrived to the Rocks around lunch time and were greeted by hungry, aggressive wahoo. The first stop was out of control with all the trollers hooked up and the madness began. Baits, bombs, jigs, what ever you threw out it was bit. It didn't last long but what a rush. We managed to boat 35 fish with severe casualties. Everyone had their shot today at some trophy skin but in the afternoon the current died and all the fish seemed to vanish. We decided to be thankful for what we got and started heading in towards the ridge for tomorrow. The weather has come down nicely for us. Wish us luck.