Following one and a half days of travel in the most perfect weather one can imagine, we arrived at the top end of the ridge with plans to spend a few hours plugging away at the wahoo before continuing down the line for the trophy yellowfin zone. As one would expect, we have no interest in targeting school size yellowfin yet as the size average down below deems it unnecessary. This is not to say we are snubbing our noses at school fish in general however as we are all too familiar with the cyclical nature of fishing and the unnerving possibility that the remarkable fishing for giant yellowfin over the past few weeks is nothing we can count on. In fact, reports from down below have been far from stellar over the past couple of days although there are still signs of the big ones around and a relative (to last week) few being put aboard.

By the end of the day tomorrow we will have a much better feel for things of course and I will be able to venture a more current opinion. Let us hope that good fortune awaits us as the anxiety following these two full days of travel is enough to power a small city, or at least fifteen anglers pulling to their hearts content on giant yellowfin tuna.