With plenty of fish aboard we opted to stay on the outskirts trying to get on a school of bigger bluefin today. Aside from one school of yft that we drove away from not much to report as the bft pulled one of their patented disappearing acts eluding us and the rest of the fleet. Still good sign overall with fish being seen in a few different areas which are in perfect range of the upcoming five and six day trips. We do have a few openings on the six day leaving Sept 5th.

We will depart on another 5-day tomorrow and will be reporting from the offshore grounds again on the 1st.

After a good morning of yt fishing we spent the afternoon working back up the line prospecting in some uncovered water. In spite of great conditions we only managed a handfull of yft and dorado for our efforts. We are continuing up the line tonight in beautiful weather and are hoping to finish up the trip tomorrow on a school of bigger bft.

A nice change of pace here at the island with steady action on good grade yellows in flat calm weather. All offerings were working with the yoyo jigs being most productive. We are spending the night with hopes of a few wsb and plan to fish the morning bite here before starting back up the line.

An awesome start to our annual Humboldt lumberjacks 5-day with the weather glassing off and the offshore scene going on the bite. Limit style fishing on the bft with a nice mix of yft was the order of the day with the exception of one lonely albacore.It is a great water structure that seems to be building and developing more fish by the day which bodes well for upcoming trips.
We are traveling to an island tonight and will be trying for yellows and wsb for the next couple days.

Today we worked offshore for a few hours finding one school of bluefin. They bit well for a few minutes then backed off. We looked for another one but ran out of time. Currently we are heading towards home and will arrive at the dock at 0600.

Jackpot winners for this trip are:

Terry Uchida 110.4# YFT
Eddie Abate 90.2# YFT
Greg Poldy 89.5# YFT

Brian

After a flat calm night on the anchor, we set up for tuna in the same area we found them the day before. The fish showed up early and we started hooking a few. We were all lined up for another great day. Then as mother nature sometimes does, she threw a wrench into the works in the form of a couple of white sharks. After a couple of moves we managed to put a few more trophy yellowfin aboard and are currently working back up for a few hours of offshore fishing.

Two shots today. First, Gil Suizo and a nice yellow. Second, Royal Star future regular Jay Ressler hefts a yellowfin he bested on 40# tackle.

Brian

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The Weather was flat calm. The sun was shining. The scenery was stunning. The quality of the yellowfin tuna was outstanding at 60 - 110#. We all enjoyed the day and are hoping for a repeat performance.

Otera Charter regular and extraordinary angler Greg Poldy gets the honors today with an 80# tuna He whipped on a Talica 10 and 30# fluorocarbon.

Brian

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Today we fished for yellows on the inside. After getting things located, we enjoyed pretty good fishing on 16 - 25 # fish. All methods were working from the surface to the bottom and both live bait and jigs. This was especially enjoyable because the fish were in an area out of the wind and weather. We will be in a different area for tomorrow.

Elaine we miss you this year, today was your kind of fishing.

Brian

We did a fine job today of being close to the right schools without finding one. We did manage to scratch at the yellowfin and mixed in a few flats for color. Even though the big hit eluded us today, our spirits are not dampened as this seasoned group of anglers has been here before. With a little more wind forecast we are changing gears for tomorrows fishing, still looking for some action before we go trophy hunting.

Brian

Another day comes and goes far smoother than the built up nightmare prospect of seven big long rangers turning around today suggested. Of course there was some momentary congestion in the dreaded parking lot, but plenty of friendly exchange between outgoing and incoming anglers sharing tales of success, and tips fresh from the scene, outweighed all the little nuisances associated with arriving and boarding long range vessels of choice. And, most certainly the sight of fantastic catches being unloaded and whisked off to waiting friends, family, and processors added fuel to the enthusiasm among anglers waiting to board. As a whole I would offer that practice makes perfect. And in the long range fleet there is plenty of practice working together on days like these; and it definitely shows.

The whole scene at the top of the dock was actually reminiscent of a few years back. Between the fantastic fishing taking place, an inspirational set up unfolding offshore and at the coastal islands, and plenty of smooth summer weather finally consistent in the forecast there is a sense of relief among all of us. It feels like the strangle hold we have been trying to wrest ourselves from is beginning to break. Perhaps not so much from the economic angle, but good fishing serves to medicate our psyche more than one can imagine. It shouldn’t be so surprising – our love of fishing was the original inspiration, and is the reason why we are still here. Participating in a wide open bite, when the tuna are plowing through the corner, anglers are getting instant bites, and fish are coming over the rail in droves is the apex of our time offshore. Everything else is simply a waiting game; waiting, plotting, and scheming toward creating the next opportunity to get ‘em – it never gets old.

On the processing end I can’t say enough about the overall efficiency down at our venue Fisherman’s Processing. With an experienced team of twenty five individuals working the processing line I likened the image to that of a lawn mower at the height of production this morning. I was placing whole fish on the table at one point and as fast as I could reach for another they were perfectly filleted then sent down the line for trimming and vacuum packaging. The finished product was coming off the line at a speed that absolutely could not be faster or more efficient. Co-Owner and manager Sean Sebring has done an incredible job of both assembling a fantastic team of dedicated professionals, and organizing the production to a level unmatched in quality and efficiency.

And, just so everyone considering using our same day processing understands, the time of same day turn around on your product depends on a variety of factors – the most important being the amount of product to be filleted in the shop in advance of your arrival. There are many occasions, in fact most, when anglers are on the road in an hour or two after their fish arrive at the plant – sometimes even less. But a reasonable expectation of two to as much as four hours, if there is a large amount of product in the shop from other vessels that precede your arrival, will prepare customers choosing our same day service accordingly – four hours being the maximum. Today’s return was an excellent example. Fish from Royal Star, as the third boat in, arrived at Fisherman’s Processing at 0830. We processed twelve same day orders, with everyone out the door and on their way by 1115. That is about as typical a scenario as I can provide. There are many times when the turn time is far less, but our ultimate goal, even on the days we are slammed, is to have all of our same day customers on their way by 1200.

One last note about Fisherman’s Processing I am very excited to share is the pending arrival of our first run of premium quality canned yellowfin tuna, directly from the long range fleet. We have been working to this end for some time and soon will be proud to offer once cooked, hand packed in 8 ½ oz. cans, premium grade yellowfin tuna in olive oil and spring water to all Fisherman’s Processing customers. It is another option we are pleased to offer that will allow anglers to have their long range yellowfin tuna canned at $3.00 per pound. Anglers canning their tuna will receive one, 8 ½ oz. can/per pound, which is a fantastic value for the premium grade of the product. Comparable “gourmet” canned product in high end markets typically retails for $5.50 to $7.00 per can. Anglers choosing to have their tuna canned by Fisherman’s Processing receive actual tuna landed on San Diego long range vessels. The satisfaction of enjoying and sharing your catch with families and friends in vacuum packaged fillets, delicious smoked and jerky product, and now premium quality “gourmet” cans is entirely unique to Fisherman’s Processing. We are absolutely determined to provide our customers with the finest service, finest processing facility, and most complete choice of processing options available. The addition of canning to our extensive list of options completes one more of our many goals to best serve all returning long range anglers.

To shift gears and close for the day Capt. Sims piloted Royal Star from Fisherman’s Landing at 1045 ready to get back to fishing with the annual Mitch Otera group on board. Six days to get the job done, a wealth of fishing options, good weather to begin with, and motivation off the charts is a harbinger of much good to come. Look for Capt. Sims’ reports to commence tomorrow and continue throughout the upcoming week. Meanwhile Captain Toussaint and I will be holding down the fort shore side tending to the processing shop and the office while perhaps slipping in a little R and R.

Photos for the day feature crewman Steve Gregonis with a classic long range fishing moment gone wrong, and longtime Royal Star veteran Gary Edwards with crewman Blake Wasano and Gary’s 67 pound Guadalupe yellowfin. In the case of crewman Steve Gregonis he made the most of the moment when a smaller class reel broke from the rod leaving only the frame behind. While this is uncommon at best it does happen every once in a while. The solution, grabbing another reel, detaching the broken frame, then splicing the line and attaching the replacement to the rod, was successfully executed after Steve passed the rod and detached reel back and forth under the anchor line no less than ten times. Unfortunately, after all the fuss, and a great show of determination and experience by Steve, the fish broke the line and escaped. It was valiant effort though, and one that was sincerely appreciated by defeated, but satisfied with the effort angler Jeff Schmoll.

Tim Ekstrom


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As promised here are a few photos featuring Guadalupe highlights from 8/18; the first two photos feature long time Royal Star veteran Ron Hobson and his 65# class yellowfin at the moment of gaff, and in the classic vanquished position. The second photo features another Royal Star living legend Jim Taoka, with crewman Blake Wasano, sporting a rarely captured grin for the camera. As many years as I have tried I finally offered a remark quick enough to trigger Jim’s wit beyond his control. He cracked the smallest hint of a smile and I pounced on the opportunity. Look for tomorrow’s report with a few more photos at full res.

Tim Ekstrom

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It never hurts to approach a day of fishing with confidence instilled by a fine catch in hatch. In our case such was true, but we were definitely in the market for at least a little bit more. The first couple of days offshore were okay, but nothing more than that; we still had a hankering to get in on some of the far better than okay fishing that has been happening on the outside for the past couple of days. We were close to full satisfaction with a good catch featuring the coveted big three: quality, sufficient quantity, and variety; both in species landed and scenic variation.

To close the voyage I resumed command as the Master turned over the helm to allow me a final shot at redemption. Almost unbelievably I had managed to shut down the whole southern fleet on round one so, at the risk of banishment from my brethren, I stepped up to see if the winds of change had freshened. And, following a dandy morning for 85 bluefin, 60 fat, offshore yellowfin, and a sole dorado I am pleased to report that my status of worthy among journeymen has been reinstated. We had a great finish; exactly what we had hoped for ending the voyage on a peak note.

It was so good in fact that we departed in the face of wide open biting fish preferring to share the wealth with one of our colleagues from the local fleet rather than succumb to gluttony. There is a gratification unlike any other watching a boat full of incoming anglers slide up the downwind side with rods going off and exclamations of exuberance splitting the air. With a quick nod and a wave we maneuvered away satisfied that we had caught our share then shared the wealth with a boat load of new friends. I love that, and never miss the opportunity when it arises.

To put a final note of success on the day very good offshore working weather, not grease calm but just right, made it that much better. Between eye balling small spots of jumpers and making for a relaxing, comfortable ride up the line we could not have asked for more. We departed on a northerly heading fat and happy basking in the satisfaction of our job well done. And this tremendous group of anglers, who take expressing good will and having fun to new heights, were the main component of our success. Their drive to make a great catch and create a warm atmosphere while doing so reflected in every stop, every aspect of this voyage. It is our most sincere pleasure to work with and share in such enthusiasm. Our gratitude to Mako Nakamura and this entire group of stellar individuals. We look forward to next year and many beyond.

Look for today's photo a little later as I will hold off and post at full resolution from the home front. Capt. Brian "Gerbie" Sims now takes the helm working his unique mastery for the annual Mitch Otera group. With six days to get the job done and a set up like we haven't seen in long time the potential for success is as good as one can imagine. In fact, it is hard to step back as I can't stand the thought of missing even one day of good fishing. Duty calls however and Capt. Sims is always up to the task. Look for Brian's reports to continue and photos later. I'm out.

Tim Ekstrom

And if any readers thought my comments yesterday about Captain Toussaint's ability to make it happen were in jest take special note of this episode of "Toussaint's Tales". As we rolled into Guadalupe our expectations were in line with the reality of this island during the past eight or ten days - not much fish showing; and what few fish there were had to be divided with the loathsome Guadalupe denizens - Great White Sharks. It has been a disappointing prospect on the outside at best with opportunities at the 60 - 90# Guadalupe yellowfin few and far between. Enter Captain Toussaint.

Beautiful, glassy conditions greeted our arrival as well as an obvious, very favorable condition change we traditionally seek in the zone Capt. Randy selected. It looked good. He knew it, and I knew it, but we reserved our comments to that only - that it looked good. Regardless it had that distinct feel that something had changed. I've spoken of it before. Whether it is instinctual, or comes naturally after spending so much time on the water, the fact is that there is a palpable sense to "fishy" changes in conditions, or just simply areas holding fish. I couldn't explain how it feels, or why, but I know that any genuine fisherman reading this is keenly aware of the condition.

So Capt. Toussaint sets the anchor, we settle back, and the waiting game typical of this fishery begins. And, true to Toussaint form, the conspicuously absent tuna over the past few weeks make a good showing within half an hour. For us on the bridge it was particularly noteworthy because the sonar tells no lies - there was a real deal amount of fish around us that triggered youthful enthusiasm. For anglers on deck the surface showing of 60 - 100# yellowfin tuna wrecking the tranquil sea surface in big blowouts and flying leaps the excitement level pegged the meter - in fact it blew the top right off.

Nothing serves to make anglers fish for their life like the sight of big tuna sailing from the depths in spectacular leaps mere yards away. Everyone at the rail is tuned in, in the zone, directing laser like focus to the challenge at hand. And with this kind of dedication, and plenty of fish to be had, it usually doesn't take long; this time it didn't either. It began slowly - one, then another, then two - then gained momentum and had us hopping for a couple of hours as the bigger fish steadily trickled on board. The best of it was over after a couple of hours, and it was far from material of legends, but I have exalted the relativity of success much before: fifteen 60 - 85# Guadalupe yellowfin in a couple of hours, from a total of about twenty five or thirty opportunities, was very good fishing; had it lasted longer it would have been a banner day. And wouldn't know it - no sharks; none - classic Toussaint.

Going back to the success being relative however it was a banner morning from our perspective. Actually from any perspective keeping in mind the fact that the majority of the fish were taken on 40#, short fluorocarbon top shots. There were bites to be had for those practicing patience and putting in their time. After the morning rush hour, or two hours in this case, fishing slowed and finally stopped in the afternoon. We poked and prodded in a few different zones but it was more than obvious that time of day was the key factor in today's success. That of course and Captain Toussaint's legendary ability to be in the right place at the right time and make the most of the opportunity. All I can say to this effect is that I am glad he is on our team. Man that guy is good.

Photo today features long time Royal Star veteran and master angler Tom Lawrence who rightly graces the narrative as the one who got us started with the first 60# class Guadalupe yellowfin of the morning. Brawny Blake Wasano does the lifting while a jubilant Tom revels in his victory. Look for tomorrow's final fishing report from the offshore grounds. It appears that the whole offshore picture is back on track with good scores coming from several locations. That however is a story for another day - perhaps tomorrow.

Tim Ekstrom


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Boy I laid it out to perfection in yesterday's report - less frantic, more consistent, and more fulfilling, all these descriptions fit the fishing today to the letter. The change of pace was complimented by stunning contrast in scenery as well with the ocean displaying a staggering abundance of life in the form of miles of dolphins, whales, herds of sea lions, and, most important to our objective, miles and miles of 15 - 22# yellowtail. Fortunately the majority of the mammals were focused on sustenance apart from our efforts but naturally a few pinnipeds latched on to irritate with their thievery. It comes with the territory, and is tolerable in minor percentages such as today.

A nice steady pace was the theme; perfect even by our standards as one to five scrappy yellows seemed to remain hooked the majority of the morning aside from the occasional rush when a wave of ten or fifteen would come through. At this pace they accumulated well while providing anglers the opportunity to switch it up tying different methods to draw a strike and employ the full compliment of gear they brought for this exact purpose. Surface irons on the bow, fly lined baits all around, one to four ounce sliding sinkers, and/or yo-yo jigs were all effective at times. Honestly the yo-yo jigs were probably most consistently effective but the laborious requirement of furiously winding again and again sapped enthusiasm for the method beyond the first hour. And, it really didn't matter as there were plenty of bites to be had otherwise.

After the noon hour however it was a different story. The abundance of yellowtail we took advantage of early on moved out, down, or up leaving all the additional life behind mopping up an almost unbelievable amount of bait that seemed to multiply in spite of every critter out there shamelessly gorging. Beyond noon we poked, kicked, and scratched our way along finally throwing in the towel in increasing wind and seas after tea time. The overall score was just enough to fully satisfy and initiate the final leg of travel to the grand destination - we hope.

The big island west has been a difficult prospect at best during the past week to ten days. A few here, and a few there would best describe the picture with the real quantity of tuna no showing in the shallows now for quite some time. It has been dismal and difficult. So much so that we are under no illusions about the prospects. However we have three things in our favor that can not be overlooked: one is our indefatigable optimism inherent in all true fishermen, two is our knowledge of change in ocean conditions and how fast they often occur, three is the Captain Toussaint factor never to be ignored - the man's timing and uncanny fish sense could wring rain from a sunny Sahara sky in the middle of summer. This will be a true test. I'm already a believer but this time the Shaman really needs to show up for the party.

But, with the quantity goal mostly fulfilled, time to make the crossing, and a pressing need to place our anglers in position to target an exceptional catch, we are all in. Even if the pattern holds, and we wind up with only a few trophy class Guadalupe tuna, it is the right thing to do. We've made a lot from a little many times in the past. Don't be surprised if we do it again.

On the photo front I have been floundering taking perhaps the worst shots of my career during the past couple of days. The perfectionist in me just won't allow anything less than good to grace this narrative. I'm hoping it will come around tomorrow. I'll try shutting one eye or something.

Tim Ekstrom

One of those love/hate experiences so typical of offshore fishing when signs of incredible abundance just twelve hours earlier are replaced by dust devils and tumble weeds the following morning. Though it is never thrilling to be on the receiving end of such twists at the same time it motivates the fishing instinct that both speaks of the obvious change, and the direction to go. In our case the only downside of the serenade was the direction from which it traveled - exactly opposite of the direction we needed to go; another one of those pivotal, voyage identifying, make or break decisions that create such comfort, tranquility, and ease on the bridge.

It really wasn't all that difficult though we would have loved to slide forward about twenty miles and administer some justice to those wily bluefin. I mentioned the love/hate element to the pursuit above. The truth of it, especially with time at hand, is that such transformations are so stark in their manifestation that one can't help but be amazed. It's the quintessential example of the world turning before our very eyes.

And when these built in changes occur offshore there is nothing better than a collective effort to get relocated. Everyone throws in their two sense, forms a plan, spreads out, and sets to looking. Southerly was our direction; south and east covering hundreds of combined miles in near grease calm conditions that made a beautiful day of it regardless of our results. Many subtleties were obvious in the mild seas among them little spots of what we call "puddlers" and "chippers", and far more prominent spots of yellowfin tuna jumpers.

Although they didn't add up to a whole lot, they did provide a wealth of morning action. For quite awhile we rolled from spot to spot picking off a handful here and a handful there staying busy and regularly putting fish on board. Most important was the inspirational call of Hookup! at almost every spot that sent anglers charging forth to join the fray in a blur of flying baits and lines.

The action fit the stereotype offshore albacore style fishing to the letter; fast and furious, a blur of rods, lines, elbows, and feet as anglers engaged in the familiar dance astern attempting to remain on top of the wild, racing tuna traversing a living maze of lines. With the size tuna we were catching in particular (12 - 20#) the excitement out back was compounded tenfold. No matter how good an angler does it, no matter how much experience one boasts, a hot, fifteen pound yellowfin, on any size line - but especially the short topshot backed by spectra, makes for a wild time of it. Multiplied by eight, ten, or a dozen it can get downright crazy - for about three minutes. Then the smoke clears, the last few come aboard, we re-marshal our forces, and go again.

By about mid day it was all over as we chugged toward a change of scenery and pace. Something a little more consistent, a little less frantic, and a lot more fulfilling will fit the bill to perfection. And as the unyielding perfectionist Captain Toussaint assumes command tomorrow, we'll see how the fish fare - though we've seen it plenty before; they can run, but they can't hide.

Tim Ekstrom

We made a day of it enjoying the flat calm and investing a wealth of time at the rail for a barely satisfying quantity of fish; just enough to keep us in the game; just enough to counter shame. There were a few good hits to be had, and I do mean a few, but we employed an amazingly effective strategy of avoiding the best of them by a quarter mile here, a half mile there, in favor of numerous spots around that exhibited that familiar bluefin reluctance to bite; one of those days I suppose.

For whatever reason we just couldn't seem to get our feet set early and it transmitted into our results, or lack thereof, the remainder of the morning. It doesn't happen too often around here, but, despite any level of experience in one's favor, it is a given that every day of fishing will not be kind. And I have to admit that while I am all too familiar with this fact, it does little to quell my aggravation when it is my turn to suffer. And suffer I did - nothing like driving around watching the show while the screens remain blank, the back deck is quiet, and the clock hands stand still.

But as usual the agony of defeat is reserved to the bridge where comparisons are constantly made and success is probably too often measured by what is happening elsewhere. On so many occasions the narrative from the deck is bright, light, and happy - as it should be; anglers are here to unwind and enjoy their vacation; fishing results are secondary. Meanwhile the narrative topside speaks a completely different tune - as it should; we are working; applying every possible thought and effort necessary to produce the best outcome possible from the picture in front of us. Fortunately for anglers below what happens on the bridge stays on the bridge - no need to share our lows; highs of course are a different story.

That said the day ended with plenty of good times and laughter below as everyone caught a few, relished the beautiful conditions, reminisced about voyages past, and anticipated events tomorrow. While we did get a start on things today, we definitely hope to fulfill the killer instinct a little more definitively tomorrow - and beyond.

Tim Ekstrom

We're back to our more familiar long range format departing on the annual Mako Nakamura six day charter in continuing primo conditions. Though we are far less accustomed to the 1 1/2 routine I do want to first express our gratitude to those who joined us, and second mention how pleased we are with the results from the prior two voyages. On both "mini" long range adventures not only did we clobber the bluefin tuna and other varieties, we sincerely appreciated the opportunity to introduce a number of new anglers to Royal Star and the overall long range experience. It was our pleasure, and one we look forward to repeating in the future.

Our focus now returns to longer range strategies with both offshore and Isla Guadalupe in our sights during this run. Foremost is the ideal, flat calm weather that calls for at least one or two days on the bluefin grounds before any alternate considerations. Perfect weather, consistent action on mixed grade and species of tunas, kelps representing excellent odds at finding good yellowtail and dorado - we couldn't ask for a better set up. And, as dismal and inconsistent as the whole offshore picture has been prior to this past eight days, we are not about to pass by any chance to settle the score in favor of the unknown.

Both Captain Toussaint and I are on this run looking forward to sharing the time with this group of anglers who have become far more than just customers over the past seventeen seasons. This annual voyage has a rock solid position in our history with so much incredible fishing to its credit I can hardly remember. I do know however that Randy and I traditionally teamed up on this run so we are back at in recognition, and appreciation of its continuing success. With any luck the fish will show a little recognition starting off the fishing portion in the correct tone.

Tim Ekstrom

We had a very enjoyable day of fishing in calm weather. We started early with a ripper stop on school size bluefin tuna. With the sweat off early we looked around for some of the better size models to no avail. While looking we tried a few kelps for a handful of yellowtail. We found one more stop on school size fish to round out our limits and took off to look for a little variety in another strip of warm water. We found a number of nice kelps, but alas they were lifeless. We are headed home in calm weather with a nice catch aboard and will be at the dock at 0715 tomorrow.

Miles Grove came down from Davis, CA with his dad Steve and pulled in a limit of bluefin. When asked which was more fun fishing or the wii he just smiled. Miles gets the honors today with one of his tuna, crewman Gregg Tanji handled the gaff.

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Wow, what a catch! I just helped the boys pitch off a load of mixed bluefin, yellowfin, and dorado that would have done a long range trip proud. There was even a coveted Opah to add color and exception to the occasion. What timing. Throw in the fishing skills of Capt. Toussaint, and the incredible effort the Royal Star crew puts forth to treat anglers to a fishing vacation of exceptional quality, and the anglers who jumped on this impromptu 1 ½ day voyage were rewarded with a fantastic introduction to the Royal Star long range fishing experience. We even coordinated our arrival with Fisherman’s Processing so anglers had the option of having their catch professionally filleted and vacuum packed and/or smoked or jerked. Most took advantage of the processing service and were on their way in short order with their premium product in hand.

Now we gear up for the next 1 ½ day with Capt. Brian Sims taking the helm. With the offshore fishing for tuna still rolling, the full moon coming tomorrow, and continuing primo weather in the forecast, the stage is set for another successful outing. Let’s hope our good fortune continues. We plan to follow the same format on this second voyage with Fisherman’s Processing meeting the boat to offer full filleting, smoking, and vacuum packaging to returning anglers. Like all other Royal Star voyages processing orders are completed on board in advance of arrival to expedite unloading and processing of our angler’s catch in the quickest time possible.

On a completely different note I want to address an issue regarding a daily report containing an inside joke between an angler and I a few days back. In the report I made direct reference to “snivelers whining” about my reports being too long winded based on a conversation I shared on the bridge with the angler referenced a few trips ago. The angler was busting my balls about having to read all the way through the daily narrative to find the sometimes obscured fishing details. It was friendly, humorous, and good natured; as was my intent in the daily narrative. I had a good laugh and long conversation with the angler who got the joke and called me to respond yesterday. Sadly in the same conversation he informed me that in addition to drawing his attention I stoked up the diehard “I hate Tim Ekstrom Crew” who went to gnashing their teeth and spewing their usual hateful internet rhetoric: I’m an idiot, a fool, a wannabe, a blowhard, a big dope, etc. etc.

In varying degrees all of these assignations may be accurate. But, I assure all of you reading along that I am completely comfortable in my own person. My life, family, accomplishments, and contributions to the sport fishing industry speak for themselves. I confidently assure the world that every angler who rides a San Diego based sport fishing vessel today has a better experience, and enjoys higher quality standards because of the contributions I, and we on Royal Star, have made and freely shared. To the super majority who don’t believe that my character and/or person falls into the above mentioned negative categories rest assured that I will go forward the same. To the super minority who go to sleep at night thinking up new ways to slander me and/ or desperately hoping to tear me down rest assured I will go forward the same. And, to close this topic for the day, or better yet perhaps for the rest of my days, I call on anyone who harbors such vehement dislike for me to actually meet me; or better yet to actually fish with me. You’ll be amazed at how terrible I’m not.

Finally I want to post a couple of more bluefin photos from the Tom Walker six day that ran smack into the opening wave last Tuesday. At full resolution here’s the one and only Tom Byer with his fifty pound class bluefin along with Capt. Gregg Tanji at the gaff and long time Royal Star friend Rick Sweetster providing a happy background. This is what I like about our fishery; this and about ten million other things I could write about all day long. In fact, I do.


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A great all around day of angling in nice weather made for a memorable 1 1/2 day for all aboard. Nice scratching most of the day on various jig strikes and kelps with a wide open hour long bite on the bft being the highlight. We ended up with limits on the bft, 35 yft, 21 dorado, 5 yellows and 1 opah. The bulk of the bft were 12-20lbs but we did have one stop that produced five from 37-45lbs.

This area is perfect timing for all the upcoming trips, hopefully we'll continue to see this bigger bft filter into the zone. Eric Hurford shows off a 40lb class bft in the first shot while Greg Vandenordel is in the second with a rare catch, an opah that took the jp at 58lbs.


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As a follow up to yesterday’s report regarding our addition of another 1 ½ day to stay on the offshore trend of good tuna fishing, I am pleased to report that the impromptu voyage did indeed fill up with twenty four anglers who were rewarded big time according to the conversation I just had with Capt. Randy Toussaint on the grounds. He will post a full report from Royal Star tomorrow but I had to share the good news that they loaded up first thing in the morning with a stop producing over 100 bluefin and yellowfin tuna mixed, and twenty some odd dorado that joined the party as they drifted along. What a result for a last minute trip that came together because anglers looked at all the information and jumped at the opportunity. I can’t tell you how pleased we are; and their day is far from over yet.

On a second note now that I am back on the beach I am going to pester readers with the last proud father photo from the prior Guadalupe voyage when my six year old son Duke joined us. During that voyage I posted a short tale of Duke’s fishing gear extending appropriate accolades to Bob Ramirez of Ram Rods and Justin Poe and the entire team at Shimano. Today’s photo takes it one step further. Duke and I teamed up to subdue this 90# Guadalupe yellowfin using the same outfit. Ninety pounds and this reel, the amazing Shimano Trinidad 14A, didn’t even flinch. I know I have beat the incredible attributes of this reel into the ground but I am so taken by its capabilities and features I can’t help it. Numerous yellowtail, several yellowfin over 60 pounds, and a handful of 30 – 50# Bluefin subdued by my hand using this reel are more than enough to validate my enthusiasm.

Anyhow in addition to my sentiments for the Trinidad 14A I was so taken by this photo I had to share it with all Royal Star supporters. This image moves me to the point of almost welling up. To have my boy out there with me sharing in these experiences is beyond description; it’s a dream come true. Here is Duke with yours truly, a hearty ninety pound Guadalupe yellowfin, and the coveted rig that will follow Duke for many years producing countless memories to come. Thanks again to Bob and Shimano for making it happen.

Tim Ekstrom


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There are those junctures when all things positive align and seem to fall in their correct place. Of course the opposite is also true making the plus side of the equation that much more poignant and appreciated. We are presently on that coveted winning side savoring every moment with appropriate attention to detail. Because when things are so right why not stop and take in the full picture? In today's case it is almost impossible to imagine anyone missing the raving beauty of a three hundred sixty degree panorama burgeoning with raw, earthy flavor galaxies beyond the average urban frame of mind. And while the sublime conditions bludgeoned our senses, the fishing for twenty to twenty five pound yellowtail took anglers to the mat with most tapping out by mid morning sated and satisfied.

Taking full advantage of our strategic position, we seized the moment, stopped the world, and focused an effort more familiar to half day vessels than long range; the exception being the average size class of the target species. Calico bass initially played hard to get but finally dropped their guard for about an hour providing anglers the chance to prove their ability in an arena completely different than our meat and potatoes.

Now that the quantity and variety categories are thoroughly satisfied, the last leg to the west beckons. A few trophy yellowfin, or perhaps even more than a few, will launch this voyage into the ultimate realm of long range success. We are focused and ready for the challenge bringing along with us a few tricks and new offerings. At the very least we'll see if we can't fool some of these wily devils with our idea of what is good.

To close the day as we steamed west into a late afternoon blazing sun an errant kelp put the finishing touch on the variety category with a fifteen minute ripper on "ball slapper" grade dorado that rousted plenty of anglers from an exhausted slumber with an abundance of color and mayhem. The bewildered countenance of quite a few anglers was priceless as they mustered from below, rubbed their eyes, grabbed their nearest rod, dropped in a bait, and were instantly attached to one of the spirited colorful leapers. Between the numerous fish jumping around us, and the plentiful vanquished flapping on deck, mayhem is a perfect description for the overall setting that thankfully did not endure for too long. The best of it was overcome and organized within a few hectic minutes then we settled in, clobbered a few, cleaned up, and moved on; a classic fire drill in every respect.

Photos for the day reveal another scenic moment I could not resist featuring angler Ernie Quijada Jr. pulling on a big yellowtail with a celestial backdrop, and a group shot of our final yellowtail stop during the height of the action - good times.

Tim Ekstrom

There are those junctures when all things positive align and seem to fall in their correct place. Of course the opposite is also true making the plus side of the equation that much more poignant and appreciated. We are presently on that coveted winning side savoring every moment with appropriate attention to detail. Because when things are so right why not stop and take in the full picture? In today's case it is almost impossible to imagine anyone missing the raving beauty of a three hundred sixty degree panorama burgeoning with raw, earthy flavor galaxies beyond the average urban frame of mind. And while the sublime conditions bludgeoned our senses, the fishing for twenty to twenty five pound yellowtail took anglers to the mat with most tapping out by mid morning sated and satisfied.

Taking full advantage of our strategic position, we seized the moment, stopped the world, and focused an effort more familiar to half day vessels than long range; the exception being the average size class of the target species. Calico bass initially played hard to get but finally dropped their guard for about an hour providing anglers the chance to prove their ability in an arena completely different than our meat and potatoes.

Now that the quantity and variety categories are thoroughly satisfied, the last leg to the west beckons. A few trophy yellowfin, or perhaps even more than a few, will launch this voyage into the ultimate realm of long range success. We are focused and ready for the challenge bringing along with us a few tricks and new offerings. At the very least we'll see if we can't fool some of these wily devils with our idea of what is good.

To close the day as we steamed west into a late afternoon blazing sun an errant kelp put the finishing touch on the variety category with a fifteen minute ripper on "ball slapper" grade dorado that rousted plenty of anglers from an exhausted slumber with an abundance of color and mayhem. The bewildered countenance of quite a few anglers was priceless as they mustered from below, rubbed their eyes, grabbed their nearest rod, dropped in a bait, and were instantly attached to one of the spirited colorful leapers. Between the numerous fish jumping around us, and the plentiful vanquished flapping on deck, mayhem is a perfect description for the overall setting that thankfully did not endure for too long. The best of it was overcome and organized within a few hectic minutes then we settled in, clobbered a few, cleaned up, and moved on; a classic fire drill in every respect.

Photos for the day reveal another scenic moment I could not resist featuring angler Ernie Quijada Jr. pulling on a big yellowtail with a celestial backdrop, and a group shot of our final yellowtail stop during the height of the action - good times.

Tim Ekstrom

There are those junctures when all things positive align and seem to fall in their correct place. Of course the opposite is also true making the plus side of the equation that much more poignant and appreciated. We are presently on that coveted winning side savoring every moment with appropriate attention to detail. Because when things are so right why not stop and take in the full picture? In today's case it is almost impossible to imagine anyone missing the raving beauty of a three hundred sixty degree panorama burgeoning with raw, earthy flavor galaxies beyond the average urban frame of mind. And while the sublime conditions bludgeoned our senses, the fishing for twenty to twenty five pound yellowtail took anglers to the mat with most tapping out by mid morning sated and satisfied.

Taking full advantage of our strategic position, we seized the moment, stopped the world, and focused an effort more familiar to half day vessels than long range; the exception being the average size class of the target species. Calico bass initially played hard to get but finally dropped their guard for about an hour providing anglers the chance to prove their ability in an arena completely different than our meat and potatoes.

Now that the quantity and variety categories are thoroughly satisfied, the last leg to the west beckons. A few trophy yellowfin, or perhaps even more than a few, will launch this voyage into the ultimate realm of long range success. We are focused and ready for the challenge bringing along with us a few tricks and new offerings. At the very least we'll see if we can't fool some of these wily devils with our idea of what is good.

To close the day as we steamed west into a late afternoon blazing sun an errant kelp put the finishing touch on the variety category with a fifteen minute ripper on "ball slapper" grade dorado that rousted plenty of anglers from an exhausted slumber with an abundance of color and mayhem. The bewildered countenance of quite a few anglers was priceless as they mustered from below, rubbed their eyes, grabbed their nearest rod, dropped in a bait, and were instantly attached to one of the spirited colorful leapers. Between the numerous fish jumping around us, and the plentiful vanquished flapping on deck, mayhem is a perfect description for the overall setting that thankfully did not endure for too long. The best of it was overcome and organized within a few hectic minutes then we settled in, clobbered a few, cleaned up, and moved on; a classic fire drill in every respect.

Photos for the day reveal another scenic moment I could not resist featuring angler Ernie Quijada Jr. pulling on a big yellowtail with a celestial backdrop, and a group shot of our final yellowtail stop during the height of the action - good times.

Tim Ekstrom

There are those junctures when all things positive align and seem to fall in their correct place. Of course the opposite is also true making the plus side of the equation that much more poignant and appreciated. We are presently on that coveted winning side savoring every moment with appropriate attention to detail. Because when things are so right why not stop and take in the full picture? In today's case it is almost impossible to imagine anyone missing the raving beauty of a three hundred sixty degree panorama burgeoning with raw, earthy flavor galaxies beyond the average urban frame of mind. And while the sublime conditions bludgeoned our senses, the fishing for twenty to twenty five pound yellowtail took anglers to the mat with most tapping out by mid morning sated and satisfied.

Taking full advantage of our strategic position, we seized the moment, stopped the world, and focused an effort more familiar to half day vessels than long range; the exception being the average size class of the target species. Calico bass initially played hard to get but finally dropped their guard for about an hour providing anglers the chance to prove their ability in an arena completely different than our meat and potatoes.

Now that the quantity and variety categories are thoroughly satisfied, the last leg to the west beckons. A few trophy yellowfin, or perhaps even more than a few, will launch this voyage into the ultimate realm of long range success. We are focused and ready for the challenge bringing along with us a few tricks and new offerings. At the very least we'll see if we can't fool some of these wily devils with our idea of what is good.

To close the day as we steamed west into a late afternoon blazing sun an errant kelp put the finishing touch on the variety category with a fifteen minute ripper on "ball slapper" grade dorado that rousted plenty of anglers from an exhausted slumber with an abundance of color and mayhem. The bewildered countenance of quite a few anglers was priceless as they mustered from below, rubbed their eyes, grabbed their nearest rod, dropped in a bait, and were instantly attached to one of the spirited colorful leapers. Between the numerous fish jumping around us, and the plentiful vanquished flapping on deck, mayhem is a perfect description for the overall setting that thankfully did not endure for too long. The best of it was overcome and organized within a few hectic minutes then we settled in, clobbered a few, cleaned up, and moved on; a classic fire drill in every respect.

Photos for the day reveal another scenic moment I could not resist featuring angler Ernie Quijada Jr. pulling on a big yellowtail with a celestial backdrop, and a group shot of our final yellowtail stop during the height of the action - good times.

Tim Ekstrom



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And to throw the final incentive at everyone we took the effort to extreme lengths today. Unexpected perhaps, but to none of our surprise, the first jig stop on school size yellowfin tuna was followed by the coveted opportunity every summer long range angler likely dreams of in this day and age. As we pushed into the area it had an old familiar feeling. In fact I turned to my right hand man Chief Engineer Sean Bickel, who also possesses a set of eyes of uncommon ability, and made a comment to the effect of how fishy it felt. The set up was ideal for offshore fish; water structure, weather, waxing moon - perfect for... Bluefin!

Sean actually made the call. Following my comment that we were going to find something good, like a big kelp loaded with yellowfin, yellowtail, and dorado, Sean said that we were going to find a big sonar school. Not ten minutes later there it was. And it was a signature I am so familiar with from the past. A couple of sweeps and I let anglers know over the P.A. that it was a school of bluefin.

Being the final day, and that we were absolutely loaded with bait, including about fifty scoops of live squid from yesterday's show, we didn't hold back. It was make or break from an opportunity that very well could have been unique to us in light of this season's examples so far. The response was immediate and impressive. Thirty to forty pound bluefin came flying out of the water everywhere blowing out on sardines and squid liberally broadcast by crewman Blake Wasano. The best part was that this time, contrary to the frustrating, not biting pattern these bluefin have been torturing us with on so many occasions this season, they acted right; just like you want them to is how I described it to my colleagues in the area.

When all was done we ended with 38 of the offshore bluefin from what became a classic bluefin "plunker" following the initial rush. About a dozen were fifty five to seventy pounds, the remainder were thirty to forty, and a few jumbos in the estimated one hundred pound or larger class smoked us on our forty pound outfits. One heart breaker lost a mere four or five feet from it's demise confirmed this size estimate.

While we were drifting along there were several features I mentioned to my colleagues indicating that there were plenty more around than what we found. True to form, within an hour or two just about every vessel around was drifting on bluefin. Some very good scores were reported following our departure from the area on our final day. I mentioned yesterday that it was time to consider a 1 1/2 day with zero prior knowledge of what was to occur. The combination of flat calm seas, good indications that offshore fishing was on the upswing, and the waxing moon was convincing enough. This final piece is over the top.

So much so that we scheduled another 1 1/2 day impromptu departing Wednesday the 10th returning Friday the 12th. I know all of you read my occasional comments about it being time to go, the set up being perfect, etc. etc. If this doesn't convince you nothing will. There is presently no way to swing the odds in one's favor better that the overall set up right now. Yesterday while traveling toward home listening to reports on the radio of my colleagues clobbering bluefin, yellowfin, yellowtail, and dorado I was sick at the thought of missing one day of the upcoming four. It is going to be good. Flat calm weather is forecast for at least four more days. If you are waiting to go now is the time. Call the landing or the Royal Star office to jump on the trip leaving Wednesday or Friday. I am charged up by what I see offshore. Everything we have been waiting for is finally aligning in our favor.

Photos for the day feature two fine examples of what is in store for those jumping on a trip. Long time veterans Willy Cloyes and Dave Patterson (with crewman Paul Caramayo) are both rightly ecstatic with their fifty pound class bluefin landed during our morning foray on the grounds. Come on out and get in on this action; trust my instincts - the time has arrived.

Tim Ekstrom

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To the delight of the rare sniveler who whines about, but ironically still reads, my daily narrative containing excessive detail about the broader aspects of offshore fishing, today's piece is abridged by necessity. Somehow in the heat of battle today I managed to rack up my writing hand relegating me to one handed chicken pecking to get the job done. But have no concern; I'm a quick healer; and have difficulty containing the insufferable condition of wanting to share my perspective of this world beyond simple dead fish, hooks, and lines.

It's too bad today in particular because there were epic details, namely gigantic balls of day time squid being harried and mauled by yellowtail and sea lions, that readily supplemented our bait supply with an unending supply of fresh, live "soft bait"; that part was cool enough in itself. Throw in a full day of steady angling for quality yellowtail, a few exotics, and pristine, flat calm island lee conditions and the result was exactly as it should have been. Happily satisfied, we ended the day working offshore pushing for a final half day offshore in search of perhaps a few more tuna and variety in the form of dorado.

From reports on the outside things are definitely shaping up offshore right on schedule. Full moon coming, good weather in the forecast, and some good stops on 15 - 25# yellowfin tuna yesterday late, in addition to steady yellowtail and dorado action on kelps, indicate that the vanguards are finally being shored by reinforcements. Looks like it is time to jump on a 1 1/2 day if you have been waiting.

Photo today features long time Royal Star angler Eddie Garratt and Captain Gregg Tanji with Eddie's late afternoon surprise. While fishing for yellowtail with the yo-yo iron Eddie picked off this beautiful, twenty six pound "Butt" that was obviously among the thousands of sub surface predators to pull up a chair for the squid banquet. Needless to say, after a full day in the primo "RSW" tank, this big butt will provide quite the banquet himself. And what do you know, after typing this report my hand feels better already. Look for tomorrow's report with plenty of details.

Tim Ekstrom

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Being so familiar with the dynamics of this island something called yesterday when we were looking at a transformed setting on the obvious upswing. Though it appeared right, and the fishing results demonstrated such, it was a little too good to be true. This place is so adept at running one ragged through every form of condition change imaginable that there really is no unexpected surprise; on both ends of the spectrum.

Day two at the island began in the signature gorgeous conditions this gigantic haven is so well known for. Calm seas, beauty pronounced, perfect conditions following the usual morning slow start - all things were in order for the day to unfold in the positive. The morning came and went and we waited, and we waited, and we waited. Conditions were perfect, ideal - current, water color - absolutely classic Guadalupe; exactly what we were hoping for; with these conditions it was going to game on at any time. Right.

In true Guadalupe form it didn't happen. I can't even tell you how many times we have experienced this exact scenario. As it turned out the majority of the fish appeared to have moved - appeared to; there's really no telling. Regardless, it really didn't matter; they were not biting devils today; all show and no go. If we were counting individual fish crashing around the boat, or spots of jumpers, it would be limits all around. Despite the very good showing, and the tremendous effort this group of veterans dedicated at the rail the entire day, a meager amount of tuna were coaxed to their demise. For whatever reason, despite absolutely perfect conditions, they shifted into a completely different mode today; not biting.

Perhaps they were waiting for the evening to finally get with the program. If so we'll never know. One can endure such grief for only so long before the obvious overwhelms even the staunchest obstinacy. Regardless of the amount of fish we were seeing it was time to go. The encouraging aspect one can take to the bank is that there is a wealth of big tuna at Guadalupe that will come around to the biting mode again. The robust quantity of tuna around the island continues to expand. Rest assured that there are plenty of good surprises in store; timing is everything.

Photo for the day features long time Royal Star veteran Ted Gustin with a fine Guadalupe prize. One or two of these makes it all worth it; especially after being correctly handled and stored in our RSW tanks. This yellowfin weighed in at around seventy five pounds of swimming gold; in every respect.

Tim Ekstrom

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After a tumultuous couple of days at Guadalupe due to the short lived, but towering south swell from Hurricane Eugene, the island was back on track today. Remnants of the green water plumes and abundant bits of sea grass and kelp floating were the only indications of the fishless mess this place represented only one day prior. Fortunately for us timing favored our arrival that we postponed for a day after receiving news of the jacked up conditions from our unfortunate colleague on the grounds. More fortunate however is that the island cleaned itself up in such short order; it could just have easily gone the opposite direction.

On the fishing front it was a game of odds. The good news is that there were fish to catch. The bad news was the mine field through which every tuna had to run blindfolded and hamstrung. Whitey was on it today; and when they are coming at a pace of one or two at a time, the pain of attrition is exacerbated tenfold. Thankfully it wasn't hopeless, we have lived that nightmare enough times to know the difference, but the gauntlet was always harrowing, and too often heartbreaking for anglers fortunate enough to hook these tuna, as the behemoths indifferently meted out injustice with impunity.

It is an unavoidable feature at this island when the fish are in the shallows that is only overcome by sheer numbers; and also by tilting the odd in one's favor by using correct tackle for the occasion. Needless to say when the big man is around it is no time to be pitting one's ability against one of these tuna with ultra light equipment - that is a equation with an outcome guaranteed. But even when everything is perfect, no matter what angler on the upper end of the line is using or doing, the odds are equally certain to administer some punishment. The only way to overcome is to overcome; or overwhelm. No amount of moping or self pity will affect the inevitable. It is simply a matter of hooking enough to get your share.

So we traded blows with the calculating beasts coming out slightly ahead with our twenty nice tuna and ten yellows for the day. As the day progressed conditions steadily improved with the absolutely relentless breeze of the past ten days finally abating, the current flowing, and much of the tuna missing during the past week finally showing themselves again. It made for some promising thoughts about the potential tomorrow and beyond; but only thoughts, not expectations. I have fished this island too many times and had the rug pulled from under me to know better. One day at a time. Conditions are right, signs are around, time is still somewhat in our favor, and these anglers are filled with enthusiasm for targeting 50 - 90# yellowfin tuna. We are hoping they still feel the same following tomorrow.

Photos for the day feature master anglers Nanette Smith and Jack Bair each with one of their several Guadalupe yellowfin landed today. Both being long time long range veterans Nanette and Jack are making their first Royal Star voyage to our delight. The opportunity to demonstrate the difference in our fish handling to veteran anglers, the resulting quality of our product, and the overall differences in our operation is a benefit we always appreciate.

Tim Ekstrom

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A smattering of fish wrenched from a reluctant ocean featuring far more white on the surface the majority of the day than blue. In fact there was no blue at all as the slate gray, silver blend reflected oppressive overcast skies shedding pitiful light to aid our looking; tough working conditions to say the least. Throw in the bizarre effect of impressive south swell sets creating confused, standing seas colliding with opposing twenty to twenty five knot winds and the setting presented an even greater form of challenge for the boys up top looking.

Despite the unkind conditions production on kelps was admirable; unfortunately production on fish was not. A few here and a few there was all they were worth as mostly bits and pieces, busted up by the sloppy conditions, were to be found. It was a lack luster day by any measure, but it needed to be done. As important as offshore production is to our overall success we have to find them by looking, nothing ventured nothing gained.

Following a long, full day battling an unyielding bitch of an ocean we had our fill - for now. We appear to have hit another one of those expected junctures when nothing comes easy. So be it. Though we never look for it, or look forward to it, we are always up and ready for a good scrap. At present we are well armed with a primo load of bait and anglers. First we'll try a change of venue; that alone will produce a few smiles. Throw a few fish in the mix and we'll be riding high; nothing to it.

Tim Ekstrom

A lightening quick turn and we're back at it pushing south on the first annual Tom Walker six day. Although it appears we will still be slugging it out with unfavorable offshore conditions for at least a few more days the encouraging news is better sign of fish in many zones above the islands. Quality offshore yellowtail, a sprinkling of yellowfin tuna, and even a random albacore or two indicate that things may finally be shaping up to provide some much longed for consistency in these zones. Throw in some good working weather and the picture will really improve.

Regardless we'll be tossing our hat in the pool joining the search tomorrow and beyond. With a few days to get the job done we are looking to mix it up focusing on quality and quantity. One side note to add is that Tracy informed me of three openings that just came available on the 1 1/2 day departing on Friday August 12th returning Sunday August 14th. The offshore fishing being what it is, and another eight days to continue developing, bodes well for the time frame of this short, "mini" long range voyage. I suspect the three remaining spots will fill quickly so please call Tracy or Brian in the office if you would like to join us. Meanwhile look for reports from this voyage to continue.

Tim Ekstrom

They came hard earned today. Bona fide crap weather - twenty five to thirty knots of breeze and the expected accompanying sea state made for poor looking conditions, to say the least, and understandingly sapped enthusiasm to stretch the fishing effort into the eleventh hour. It wasn't hideous, and we have made hay in plenty worse, but it wasn't even close to what we were hoping for; one of those classic examples of local weather conditions disagreeing with regional forecasts; thank goodness we weren't going long range in a skiff.

One thing certain is that anglers again were treated to the example of Royal Star's offshore capabilities as we drift remarkably well in such conditions taking full advantage of whatever is available in relative comfort. Mind you relative is the key word as there is plenty of rocking and rolling, but nowhere near what one would expect looking out the window. Regardless, no matter how I attempt to spin it, the old adage about putting lipstick on a pig still applies. Cruddy weather, no matter what boat one is on, is the least of desired conditions.

Despite Mother Nature's fits we managed to dredge up fifteen nice yellowtail from a couple of offshore kelps before throwing in the towel and heading for refuge. The farther north we pushed the better the weather became until an almost unbelievable windless ocean graced the final dinner service at 6:30 p.m. Aside from a few residual rolls to remind us she was still in charge, the ocean relented and we enjoyed the final leg into Ensenada relaxing and enjoying the time. The rejuvenating effect of even a few hours of flat calm is always well received.

Photo's today feature second place jackpot winner Dave Duncan in a fairly adept demo of what not to use when targeting potential 90# yellowfin tuna at Guadalupe. This 30# gear proved a little too light, although I have to admit that he almost landed this one, and probably would have were it not for a pulled hook. After the agony of defeat suffered in this battle however Dave switched over to heavier gear and got more than even. The second photo features long time Royal Star veteran Bob Furman with crewman Gregg Tanji and a fine Guadalupe specimen. Another day, another Guadalupe tuna - long range fishing defined.

Tim Ekstrom

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A much better day of production at Guadalupe with far better signs of bigger yellowfin and yellowtail than the prior two. We spent the entire day fixed to the bottom scratching at the bigger fish that showed very well mid morning, actually got with the program for a brief two hours mid day, then switched into an extremely finicky mode come late afternoon. No doubt the only downside of the day was the arrival of "Whitey" times two or three that accounted for a fairly disheartening number of tuna and yellowtail. Less those bastards we would have accumulated enough to placate even my expectations; typical Guadalupe. It is no place for the faint of heart.

Tomorrow will be dedicated to the offshore pursuit of tuna and yellowtail working our way north with at least a half day worth of time to find some action. Though we will be battling the relentless sloppy weather that has been hindering the offshore effort for the past week, it is not so tough as to shut down the prospects. We will simply have to earn them.

Photo today features Royal Star veteran Ann Van Dyke who many of you will recognize as Tracy's occasional back up in the office. Quite the proficient angler, Ann is fully qualified to dispense advice, or at least share stories, after so many different experiences on Royal Star during the past ten or twelve years; maybe even more. And, in addition to her angling accomplishments, Ann implicitly understands the vacation aspect of long range fishing - where there is laughter on board, especially following a long day at the rail, Ann is usually at the center. Here is Ann and Paul with her seventy five pound class Guadalupe yellowfin aglow in the afternoon sun.

Tim Ekstrom

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Overall I would venture that what we see here is consistent with a typical Guadalupe pattern. Going back eight or ten years I assigned a special title to this island that well describes the bridge perspective - "The Crucible". That moniker sums it up pretty well. The incredible potential this island has to offer is rare to come easy. Not that we are expecting life on easy street all the time, but this place in particular has a way of turning the best effort one can muster into a confounding series of questions rather than answers.

And naturally this is where we fall back on all the other attractive attributes, namely flat calm conditions the vast majority of the time and fishing amidst breath taking scenery, that this incredible island has to offer. That and the fact that any typical day of fishing around here results in a wealth of time at the rail, targeting straight trophy class game fish, is really what makes this place a fishing destination without equal.

The degree these offsets play into the individual's narrative takes us into the gray; especially on days like today when the catching hits the wall. It really depends on what kind of angler you are. I know my impatience and perpetual thirst for major production are often out of sync with the general perspective. I find that there are many times when I am chomping at the bit ready to do anything - run three hundred miles in any direction, anything, to change the pace from slow scratch to frenzied production, but that sentiment is not always shared by anglers on deck. It boils down to the simple question again: would you rather sit and fish for one, two, or three bites a day on 60 - 90 pound tuna enduring the occasional bruised ego of catching zero? Or would you rather fish in a destination with zero potential to produce large tuna but major potential of loading up on smaller grade tuna and yellowtail?

If the fishing to you is more important than the catching Guadalupe is your kind of place. If your preference is otherwise not so much. Of course there are enough days, even whole trips, out here to refute my generalizations, but anyone who has accumulated enough experience fishing out here knows better.

Needless to say our day was on the slow side with only an occasional opportunity despite seeing at least a little bit of fish everywhere we tried - and we tried plenty. The good signs of tuna observed during the previous voyage were no where to be found - today. It is not a write off, or time for pilgrimage to the wailing wall, but it was tough and disappointing. But, as I have already detailed, not surprising. The fish move in and out, conditions vary significantly, the moon changes, etc. With sloppy weather on the outside we are clinging to all the positives advancing into tomorrow. At this point it will not take much to change the atmosphere from dire to well - say twenty or thirty nice tuna. Regardless we are all in; make or break; welcome to Guadalupe.

Photos of the day feature first time Royal Star angler Ron Radsick who jumped in the saddle right out the gates on day one with this fine seventy pound class Guadalupe yellowfin. Photo number two features father son team Roger and Kevin Hegyi (pulling on tuna) providing a ideal example of the scenic element this island has to offer. Needless to say this setting speaks volumes; even more so when the fish are biting.

Tim Ekstrom

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