Boy we did and incredibly effective job of dodging, missing, evading, and avoiding, every good stop on albacore to be had today while fishing directly among them the entire time. The result was not completely due to our impeccable effort; I have to assign some credit to the albacore and bluefin that continue to confound with their penchant for not biting. But, there were a few good ones that the guys made the most of despite a majority of stops to the contrary.

I can not provide an explanation for our results other than it turned out the way it was. For whatever reason it was our turn to struggle. Oh, we caught some fish; it was far from a bust, but I have mentioned the relativity of success, or lack thereof, on countless occasions. Whenever we get out fished, or out foxed, I get twisted up beside myself about it. It doesn't matter if the fish or our colleagues administer the defeat. My competitive nature will not allow a complacent reaction. Every good fishing Captain I know is the same. If they are not, they will not consistently succeed. The day we don't care about coming in second, or worse, is the day we become just another boat driver. You won't find that on Royal Star. That I can assure you.

Taking the day into account, a change of pace and scenery is in order. With time still on our side, and favorable weather in the forecast, our ultimate strategy is to focus offshore. But, not before taking a day to stop and smell the roses, or in this case yellowtail, we hope. Tomorrow will tell. Look for results in the continuing narrative and my apologies for the lack of daily photos. While pining on the glass being half empty, the camera remained imprisoned in a wheelhouse drawer. I suppose there are those times when I should just get over it. It isn't likely to happen anytime soon.

Tim