8/11/13

There was a sense of certainty that accompanied yesterday's late discovery. The ancient fishing instinct was called. We knew
we were on to them; and we were. The classic day of bluefin fishing that was today again rekindled memories of "the good old
days" when offshore fishing for beautiful grade bluefin was right. Proving that those days are still now we drifted from
daylight through the late afternoon never experiencing more than a minute or two without at least one fish on the line.

Accumulating steadily the thirty to forty pound average bluefin, along with a good percentage of their smaller, 15 - 20#
brethren that kept trying to crash the party, stayed with the program effectively wearing down most of our anglers in the
process. A ten hour shift at the rail drifting along in choppy conditions catching bluefin all the while will do that; but we
were not done yet.

Recognizing that one at a time plunking was no longer sufficient to motivate eager participation, and admittedly succumbing
to the fisherman's insatiable drive to catch more, we left those we had gathered behind fully confidant that we would find
something much better. And we did.

One decent spot produced a few but it wasn't convincing. The next school, again found in the eleventh and a half hour, got
the blood flowing again, and the job done. It placed the cherry on top of an exceptional day of bluefin fishing offshore.
This was the dream result. The perfect pace, the perfect opportunity to fish all day long, and catch, to a fishermen's
content. This sign of fish, and the day's result, was the real deal. Finally, after many long and challenging days in search
of exactly this, we happened upon the main vein; the mother lode.

Best of all is that everyone who made it to this zone had big days, with five out of six of us absolutely loading up long
range style. Big scores, all of which came from long drifts such as we had, were reported by a spread of rigs stretched out
for over ten miles. Everyone stopped, everyone seeing very good signs of fish - in light of this result my optimism about
good things to come is fully restored.

There is a tremendous amount of bluefin tuna still around positioned beautifully for the next five or six weeks. The up and
down cycles will continue of course, but no doubt there is plenty more clobbering on this bluefin to come. Not for us during
the next couple of days though. Taking the bounty and running, we are heading down to mix up the action and provide our
anglers a break from what is quickly becoming grumpy weather on the outside. Our group of colleagues will keep track of the
bluefin while we re group, re bait, and target a little variety in the heavenly shelter of a few coastal havens.

Photos today feature anglers Kevan Yamahara with his standout, sixty three pound, bluefin and "The Captain", Willy Cloyes
with one of his numerous dandies hoisted by young Captain Jimmy Merrill.



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