For action, location, weather, quality, scenery, and production - real deal type production; the kind that initiates steady attrition at the rail long before day's end, it would be very difficult to best today's results. This is what we came for; one of those days that falls somewhere in the maybe 50:1 ratio; meaning there are fifty days we spend out here on average looking for this one day of extraordinary opportunity.
After a couple of morning hits that began our day with 18 - 25# school fish the second stop became the last. Slowly but surely the bigger 40 - 70# yellowfin tuna began taking over. In classic "plunker" form we poked our way along always managing to keep at least one or two on the line with the occasional flurry for five or six; It was building however; many subtle indications pointed to better things in store. And come early afternoon something hit the switch, the bottom came up, and everyone had one on. Combined with flat calm, perfect overhead sunlight, and crystal clear, blue water the show on 40 - 70 pound class tuna swarming under us like flies was worth the admission price alone. It is a rare sight to see this size class fish all wound up providing this kind of display - again, roughly 50:1.
Though I could draw upon so many moments to describe the caliber of today's events one probably best fits the narrative. Royal Star veteran Chris Hendrickson, who is well versed in this style of fishing, was quick to react when the bigger tuna dropped their guard. Obviously time to rack the stealth outfits rigged with short shots of 40 pound fluorocarbon and smaller reels, Chris immediately heeded our call arriving at the rail with his heavy outfit ready to even the odds. As he swung his sardine into a veritable aquarium of swarming tuna, literally right under his feet, one 60 pound, "Michael Jordan" of tuna's, shot from the water in a leap that covered no less than ten feet horizontal distance, three or four feet vertical, and consumed his bait in mid air. The stunning display was made that much better by Chris throwing the drag lever forward before the tuna even hit the water and watching his line come tight to the tuna flying through the air heading away from him at about Mach 10.
And the ultimate testament to a superb day of fishing was the five to eight o'clock p.m. time period that saw the majority percentage of anglers enjoying the moment, imbibing in spirits, joking and ribbing one another, all the while ignoring the fact that they could toss a bait at any time and hook another 40 - 70# tuna. Our day's results were directly attributed to horsepower. How many did we catch? As many as we wanted to - today. In conflict with the cardinal rule of don't assume anything good will follow into the next day, these self regulating anglers pulled back on the reins saving a few for tomorrow; we'll see how it works out.
Photo of the day features Royal Star veteran from back east Gina Giordano who makes this voyage every few years with her dad John Warren. Easy going and quick to smile, Gina held her own on the tuna today landing two or three to her complete satisfaction. Of course she could have caught more, a lot more, but true to her nature she enjoyed an easier pace watching the show and jumping in the fray on a limited basis. Here is Gina with crewman Blake Wasano and a "stock" grade tuna landed from one of her kite rotations today.