The inevitable fall from grace occurred yesterday as we searched far and wide, found a tremendous quantity of fish, and ended the day with very little to show for it. For whatever reason, just about everything we encountered had chronic lockjaw ignoring our offerings with complete indifference as we utilized every trick in the book to effect a change. Nothing worked - especially in the afternoon that became a tedious march toward a predictable end as school after school was tempted but refused to respond with even a half hearted showing of any kind. As one would expect, extreme frustration was the tone on the bridge but thankfully the atmosphere on deck was light as epic, flat calm weather and all time scenery provided plenty of entertainment for those waiting patiently and passing the day outside. I suppose the old saying "that's why they call it fishing, not catching" is most appropriate. Needless to say we are relocating to a different zone tomorrow confidant that we can scratch this area off the list for a while and focus on the more productive stretch discovered last voyage. With a wealth of time, good working weather, a perfect load of bait, and the drive and motivation to fish for jumbos, we are hoping to get back in the saddle tomorrow and beyond.