It was a search day offshore with very limited success - very limited. Once again we did a lot of fishing, covered a lot of water, and stretched out the day as we rolled down looking for some sign of new fish working north. Though we did see fair sign of nice yellows on kelps, no tuna were to be found after mid morning. Fortunately Mother Nature did her part in flattening out the seas although she has definitely fallen way short of showing favor in the albacore and tuna department. She is really testing our mettle making us suffer and reel in the throws of withdrawal. We contend with enough abstinence as it is. This is pure torture.
While I regularly tout the additional attractions of long range fishing - whales, dolphins, turtles, swordfish, and a wealth of amazing sea life experienced up close and personal by our anglers, the fact is that the fishing, no, the catching, is the still best part; for anglers, Captains, and crewmen alike. So we sally forth day two pent up, and all in a sweat for release in the form of clobbering some fish. As I mentioned previously, lord help the devils when they finally do come around in the mood to bite. It is going to be hammer time.
Photo of the day features Glenn Busch with one of the day's eight triumph's. I have mentioned the value of relative success before. Thirty percent of our anglers wound up in the victorious category with a fish in the hatch today. Now that's an fine example of viewing the cup as half full. And, that's about as much humor as I can muster at the end of this day. Congratulations to Glenn who is a first time Royal Star angler. While I am irritated by today's lack of results, in no way does my whining diminish his accomplishment. Thank goodness. A few hundred more and everything will be fine. Enjoy your Sunday.