I'd really have to stretch the imagination to generate an exciting tale from today. In fact, other than observing a variety of gigantic Blue Whales and dolphins in the up close and personal range, I might even assign a bit of drudgery to the day of travel that passed one minute at a time. Mind you it wasn't that bad, there was plenty not to do and that in itself is a novelty for all of us in this world of time evaporating in unending demands. But tempering the anticipation of returning from such a fantastic voyage, for a second consecutive day, is an exercise in patience contrary to our modern American culture. Welcome to long range.
The unavoidable travel component of long range voyages, while against all modern notions of speed and convenience, is exactly what preserves the greatest offshore fishery in the world. The inaccessibility is a godsend on this rapidly shrinking globe - and is exactly why catches like we have on board are made on a regular basis. The sacrifice of a little time passing in slow motion, about ten knots to be exact, is accompanied by access to fishing most anglers outside of long range see perhaps once or twice in a lifetime if remaining in local waters. It is a trade off well worth a day, two, or even three on winter runs, of forced relaxation. Forced relaxation; incongruous as the idea is it fits the bill to perfection; I like that.
So, if you are an avid follower of long range fishing through daily reporting from the vessels force yourself to relax and sign up for a voyage - especially if you have yet to pull the trigger on your first trip. Angler Randall Yee, who was featured a couple of days back in a daily photo, is a perfect example. After hearing about the vast divide between local fishing and long range from every perspective he signed up for this eight day with soaring anticipation of a fishing experience that would heighten his knowledge and expand his fishing horizon. Though he had heard the stories, and knew about good fishing from reading plenty of information, nothing could have prepared him for the actual reality of multiple days of action on 40 - 70 pound yellowfin tuna beyond his imagination. He just simply couldn't conceive of fish biting with such abandon, for such an extended period of time, with the frame of reference gained from several years of local fishing.
And it is not that local fishing is bad, poor, or undesirable in any way. Long range fishing is simply measured by a completely different standard. "Good" local tuna fishing is any time fish accumulate on board typically one to a few at a time by anglers using light tackle finesse fishing their way into coveted opportunities. "Good" long range fishing is closer to the account I offered a few days back about the "Michael Jordan" of tunas. Randall experienced a few amazing versions of such behavior as well. He related one in particular about walking up to the bow to sling a bait, looking down in the water, and seeing the swarm of 40 - 70# tuna free swimming around in layers eagerly awaiting the next bait to be tossed. When his bait hit the surface one of the countless tunas almost lazily sauntered up to the sardine and slurped it down like a carp or coi fish eating a dough ball. He never imagined that fishing for tuna could produce a sight such as this. Now he can. And, seeing as how he now knows the unending fishing potential, and amazing dedication our crew advances in every respect, to our delight he will be joining us again. This is our ultimate goal; our ultimate testament of success.
I close for the day with another fine tuna photo featuring long time Royal Star veteran angler Mark Mayeda and one of his many 50# class yellowfin landed during the voyage. Accompanying his good friends the Hendrickson's on this voyage, Mark is another one of those anglers who makes a good time of every day out here. Look for reports to continue from our turn around day tomorrow.