There was some real deal exhaustion evident by mid afternoon today. Not
mentioning all the 50 - 100 pound yellowfin we landed and released, we went from
throttling 130 - 203's, with the majority 150 - 170, to being consistently
throttled ouselves. Fatigue both physically, and in the form of tired equipment,
began costing us a disproportionate number compared to earlier in the day. Mind
you we were still winning, by a long shot, but the duration of the epic battles
was obviously increasing, and the number of unexplained line breaks and gear
failures pointed to something other than luck. It was a call for action we have
witnessed at Clipperton many times before.
So at just after four p.m., with plenty of daylight remaining to squeeze in
another round, we threw in the towell, headed for the lee side to anchor and
enjoy the calm, and, most importantly, service our very tired gear. Complete
line changes were in order, new top shots, new splices - the works; we needed a
break from from the relentless pace of this fishing to complete the job
And I have to report that the extreme decision to leave biting big tuna was met
with zero resistance. In fact, I am certain that everyone was grateful to be
liberated from the compulsion to keep fishing. The sense of relief, the sanctity
of such pure, gratifying, hard earned relaxation carried a brand of satisfaction
known among few. These anglers worked for it today; an awful lot of H2O was
cycled through their pores.
A heavenly sundown was passed in rigging and reveling then anglers collapsed
into their air conditioned havens to dream of victories had and what more is to
come. Photos today feature the unmistakable profile of Bruce Posthumus in
classic form on the bow, and a group shot of anglers at work on the stern. From
front left to right are James Moran, Doug Taylor, and Ming visible in the
background. Otherwise it is a collage of bent rods; stock Clipperton - when it
is on. And it is definitely on, here and now.
True to form Clipperton atoll today delivered on its reputation for extreme
change. Every day is different here; well beyond the exhausted cliche. The
rapid, night and day variances in fish sign, weather conditions, and overall
feel are built in. And this works both ways; sometimes to the advantage of our
effort to put catch on board, and sometimes to our distinct disadvantage.
Day two at the atoll began with that distinct uh oh feeling as the wind and sea
were up big time and the sign of fish was decidedly down - almost non-existent
better said, aside from a few small spots of miniature models. And so began a
long, worrisome morning as conditions were off to say the least and did not
appear to be improving anytime soon.
Then, like magic, the wind abated, the rugged, very sloppy sea state diminished,
and the fish began to show. What followed was a banner afternoon/early evening
of yellowfin tuna action that fulfilled many anglers vision of the Clipperton
Big fish were far more abundant today with the afternoon average 110 - 195, and
plenty of those in the 140 - 180 pound class. There was some real deal pulling
going on as these anglers were intimately acquainted with the fact that the
Clipperton yellowfin tuna is of a completely different caliber that its brethren
to the north. Highly spirited is an understatement when describing these
warriors - super charged and bad to the bone. No kidding, I would confidently
venture that an average Clipperton yellowfin is a third again as strong as a
yellowfin in the Revilla's and above; of course every rule has its exceptions,
and I don't seek to start a cat fight among the champions of the northern
climes. It is what it is. To a man everyone on board Royal Star at present now
ardently believes. Seeing is believing. Simple as that.
Photos for the day feature first time long range angler "Ming" all the way from
Thailand. Prior to this journey Ming's largest tuna was around forty pounds. He
handily dispatched this 181 to make his voyage early. Photo number two features
the man himself Corbett Wright whose joy depicted earlier in the voyage in no
way meant that he is not hard core when it comes to "the show". If I had to
guess who among this group of anglers would break the ice with the first deuce
Corbett would have been at the top of the list. Here he is with his late in the
day 225 and a dazzling sun and Clipperton isle in the near background. There is
no place like it - entirely unique.
Stunning would be a fair description of the sign of yellowfin tuna, as well as
the scenery, we introduced the majority of individuals on board Royal Star to
today. Clipperton island, in all its glory, did not disappoint. In fact, it
wowed even those who were primed and prepared, filled with lore and tales of
atoll glory on the long ride down. Within a very short duration following our
arrival, every angler on board recognized the significance of their
surroundings. This is no ordinary run. This is material of legend. Now, they are
savoring it in living color.
Was it the best fishing we have ever seen - no. Was it a completely unique
setting burgeoning with sights, sound, and spectacles previously unimagined -
definitely yes. The yellowfin were prolific and cooperative. Fifty to one
hundred ninety three pounds was the size class. About twenty in the 120 - 193
pound class were landed in addition to another fifty in the size range of 50 and
above. Absolutely guaranteed there are bigger fish around. If conditions remain
similar time will prove this assertion correct. Today was an introduction if you
will, an opportunity for one and all to yank and crank working out the kinks and
lethargy from the prior couple of days travel.
It was also our day to evaluate the lay of the land and formulate a strategy for
the upcoming week. Suffice to say that the sign of fish alone was extraordinary
- miles upon miles of birds, jumpers, and breaking fish. No exaggeration at all
- literally fish sign for miles on end. Needless to say we are optimistic about
the opportunity such indications represent. This is a fisherman's dream.
Photos today are a glimpse of the moments that hopefully convey even a slight
hint of the flavor of this setting. A quick shot over the shoulder of Robert
Limon while he pulls on his first fish of the trip, a hearty, spirited 193 with
Clipperton distant in the background. Photo number two features a "stock"
Clipperton setting with anglers Chris Lomax, Ek, James Moran, and Ulysses
Quijada enjoying the pain of battle on the bow.
And the final, unmistakable change in sea state marked the last leg of the long
reach to the atoll. Typically the sea state is disorganized in these latitudes
as influences from around the clock converge in a wash bowl effect. It was not
rough, or even sloppy by our standards, but the movement of the boat became
distinctly unpredictable seeming to move up, down, and sideways simultaneously;
in this case an excellent sign of our progress.
As many times as I have made this passage it is always the same in this region -
in varying degrees of course. Fortunately, as mentioned above, this occasion
offered zero in the way of discomfort; just enough change to greet us from the
tropics. It is a completely different world down here; might as well be the
other side of the world for how foreign it is compared to our regular outings.
But, as the final leg of the long southerly trek nears an end the above is
little more than a point of interest. First and foremost is soon to be fishing;
and will be for the next seven days - we hope. Tomorrow, after a over fulfilling
week of travel, will finally produce some meat and potatoes in the way of
fishing news. We have never been more ready. Vamanos!
By travel standards an exceptional day occupied by a little rigging and a lot of
leisure. Though, even after a full prior evening of grappling bait fish, it no
longer relaxation we seek; in particular those of us who began the journey in
San Diego. If nothing else however this protracted boat ride serves to remind
one of the exceptional state of this incredibly remote destination. It is on the
edge of earth, actually over the edge, which is really a fine description of the
Clipperton adventure in and of itself.
Extreme fishing would be an understatement when describing a Clipperton voyage
in its entirety. Between the effort, resources, and precious allocation of time
anglers really hang it out there on this one. But the one reason, the solid
justification for such a worthy investment can only be found in the waters
surrounding this mystical haven.
Proportionally, visually, nothing any of us have experienced in the regions
north of Clipperton compare. The scale of life competing, the fury with which
all things pursue nutriment, the violent tenor of survival is astonishing. When
the place is in its full glory one cannot help but marvel. Existence down here
is a fierce battle. And the behavior of all critters, above and below the
surface, reflects the cost of living in every respect.
Needless to say we continue to cruise south with soaring hopes of finding the
atoll in "on" mode. Final preparations will be made today, patience will be
exercised, and burgeoning anticipation will be checked until our morning arrival
on the 26th. One shot, one vision of the so many indescribable experiences I
have lived here, will drive the point home. Nineteen anglers await the magical
beneficence of Clipperton; and one Captain more than everyone combined.
Photo today is more for fun than anything serious. My long time friend Corbett
Wright, whom I first met on a Royal Star Clipperton voyage in the early 2000's,
was captured in a lighter moment a couple of nights back. At the rail living the
dream, Corbett couldn't help but express his overwhelming joy while pulling on
one of his numerous warm up yellowfin during our evening ripper. As an
expression of the pure bliss a fisherman experiences while practicing the
coveted form this image does wonders. But to get it one almost has to revert
back to their childhood and recollect the simple joy of having fun. I sincerely
hope that there is at least some of this left in everyone.
Quite an ideal beginning as our late afternoon arrival opened the fishing
portion of the voyage with full speed action on 50 - 70 pound yellowfin tuna.
The sheer quantity of fish around prompted an old style maneuver that opened a
little slow but began building fish that became progressively more aggressive as
their cohorts arrived for the party.
Before we knew it, motivated in large part by a clearing of the tanks in
preparation for big baits, the tuna went insane with hunger driven to suicide
charges in mass right under the scuppers. Lucky for them we were in a full
release mode; aside from a few for the stew pot all were liberated, dignity
intact, to spawn the next generation.
But, the first leg of this journey was not about tuna fishing, that was a
collateral benefit, a gift if you will, in light of the real quarry. Goggle Eye,
Ojoton, Ojon, green jack, or our preferred moniker - Caballito, were the real
reason we stopped short. Without question these small jacks of legendary
reputation are just short of essential in our style of fishing around Clipperton
atoll. We have made successful outings to the atoll without them, it certainly
can be done, but any experienced Captain responsible for making a catch down
there is loathe to fish without them. Between their hearty composition,
tolerance of sea water temperatures in excess of 85 degrees, and spunky
disposition once cast into the sea towing a line and hook, they are currency at
Clipperton of immeasurable value.
So we set to the task of finding and catching the wily, unpredictable, reliably
unreliable little devils as darkness fell. In the first hour we caught half of
our goal; heaven sent, hallelujah! Then, so true to form, they disappeared -
completely gone. A little driving around however provided an explanation why. I
almost cannot believe, and couldn't if I hadn't seen it before, the amount of
tuna marauding around the shallows; undoubtedly a terrifying precinct for those
smaller bait fish to inhabit.
Three hours and five miles of driving and searching later, we again hit the
jackpot - the mother lode. In relatively short order we were loaded to the hilt;
everything crammed with the ideal bait of choice; we were finally ready to rock
for real. No excuses now - Clipperton or bust.
Photos for the day first provide some detail from the evening ripper on 50 - 70#
tuna. In the photo of this "foamer" that erupted right next to the boat, take
special note of the proximity of the rod tip and gaff reaching out in the lower
right hand corner. The second image features long time Royal Star veteran and
favorite Dr. Stuart Exall moments after he cast his "stick bait" into the middle
of the same melee. Needless to say it didn't take long. Reports from the next
couple days of travel will continue.
And begin the party we did as our festive group, for many of whom the "fiesta"
began with a pre Royal Star arrival night on the town yesterday, met us at the
gate bags and gear in hand ready and raring to go.
A mix of seasoned Royal Star veterans and anglers new to our operation met and
mingled following departure forming almost immediate bonds of friendship as we
venture forth as one for better or worse; we're obviously counting on better
however committing all our knowledge and experience to the outcome we seek.
To break up the ride we'll do a little looking tomorrow afternoon and evening
perhaps making a stop or two if signs favor such. Otherwise we're off on a 750
nautical mile southeast reach bound for the most remote, and only true atoll in
the Eastern Tropical Pacific - Clipperton isle.
Some serious clock watching here today as the leagues passed by hour by hour.
But a little early morning excitement of the undesirable kind kept us sharp, and
once again demonstrated the benefit of vigilance and preparation in this
And so continues the first leg of this adventurous journey with plans for a mid-
afternoon arrival in the famed fishing Mecca of Los Cabos intact. There was no
fishing and/or fun for us today as the need for speed kept us in transit the
entire time. We look forward to embarking the remainder of our group tomorrow
and getting this party started.
A brief respite on the run south as unmistakable sign of yellowtail forced a
stop to fatten up the larder. Of course a little fun was part of the objective
and was accomplished in short order as eager 15 - 22 pound yellows swarmed the
boat and got with the program.
While significant fishing time is not part of the travel intinerary on the run
between San Diego and Los Cabos, there are the occasional opportunities that
cannot be ignored. Such was the case today. And such will always be the case
with a fisherman at the helm. It is simply impossible to drive by with any time
to spare. And, even if there isn't time to spare, the call must still be
Robert Limon was among the handful of anglers taking advantage of the quick stop
nabbing this and several other "beach class" yellows in the process. The journey
Alas the long awaited Clipperton adventure has arrived. The departing atmosphere
was festive, and perhaps a little restive (at least in my case), as the time for
farewells passed and we set forth in the insatiable Royal Star quest for
It has been some time since any San Diego based long range vessels have visited
the distant atoll; at least since 2007. This fact alone places this voyage on a
special footing; a completely unique mindset narrowed to this incredible fishing
destination. By far, without any doubt, Clipperton atoll has produced the most
amazing fishing experiences of my career. To say there is no place like it is
far from cliche. It is accurate. Clipperton is the ultimate "extreme fishing"
destination. Now, all we have to do is get there, find fish that want to bite,
catch them, and safely return in triumph; nothing to it.
And if one misses my sense of humor in such a statement I assure you that the
exact opposite is true. That is part of the adventure however. The success of a
Clipperton voyage in any sense is no small feat, and in no small part drives my
passion for the place. So we head forth with measured enthusiasm prepared to
employ our every talent and skill in pursuit of success in the ultimate "lower
zone". Look for consistent daily reports to follow as Tracy now manages the
There was a pretty disappointing news story that came out yesterday detailing a veteran long range angler coming off a January 15 day voyage being caught up in a CDFG investigation for selling his catch. Though this was not an angler that fished aboard Royal Star the circumstance does call for some broad reflection; we all have much at stake here.
I’m not going to get on a soap box and preach morality, we all have our share of transgressions punished and unpunished, I am simply going to make a sincere request for everyone to seriously consider the value of this fishery to ourselves and others looking forward. The long range fishery in Mexico is a privilege afforded to an extremely fortunate few. It is a privilege that can be taken away in the snap of two fingers by the Government of Mexico. Although we have forged strong relationships across the border as an industry we still have our share of detractors. The above mentioned negative news is the kind of cannon fodder such opponents are only too happy to receive; and even more happy to use.
The product coming off most long range vessels is of a value so precious that most anglers return from their voyages with a potential commodity almost better than gold. Well, maybe not that good, but still a tremendously valuable product unavailable at that level of quality in the vast majority of markets around the world. That quality adds tremendous value to an individual’s long range fishing trip. It is not a marketable commodity however; it is not one that can be measured in thickness of a wallet.
Please share the product from your long range voyages with friends and family along with your fishing experiences. If and when the question of “where can I get more of this?” is asked let the inquisitor know of your long range vessel of choice. There are plenty of fish in the sea, thank goodness, all one has to do is go out and catch them. Please don’t succumb to any ideas about financially profiting from the product that comes from your long range trip. This is the kind of situation that creates inexpressible angst to those of us dependent on this fishery for our livelihood.
Back to fishing again I pulled a couple of full resolution shots from the previous Braid 15 voyage for today’s report. “Lingcod Todd” Girtz, straight from the northern climes, demonstrates that the Pacific Northwest anglers are no Pilgrims when it comes to pulling on big tuna. And, USMC Capt. David Sumethasorn did the deck of Royal Star justice landing three over the deuce on his first official big fish run. This one came in at 219 after succumbing to a post daylight present morning chunk.
With little more than a day of travel to report on, a few full resolution photos from the previous adventure will serve the cause today. I sent a couple of these images direct from Royal Star during the Braid 15 day but the full resolution images are definitely worth another look. They do a pretty fair job of depicting the on board atmosphere at the apex of our fishery. This time of the season is definitely “The Show”. Everything else we do, every other species of game fish we target, inevitably leads devoted anglers to the moments captured in today’s images.
Enjoy the photos of Royal Star veteran’s Bruce Helton with a big bruiser coming through the gate, “Freddie” Salgado, at seventy eight years young pulling on what became his 285 on the bow, and Afrikaner Marius Coetzee reefing on his 207 in the early dawn.
Look for more photos and an ETA update tomorrow.
A few positive news items to share as Royal Star heads up the line beginning with the conclusion of another successful fourteen day run. It was a struggle for a while as collapsed conditions took some time to straighten out before the fish mercifully started biting, but the old saying “all’s well that ends well” sums up the on board setting to perfection.
The guys are returning with a big load in the hatch interspersed with a more than respectable quantity of jumbos. Throw in a better than average percentage of fresh wahoo and the catch rounds up to the category of excellence. All perfectly cared for and stored FRESH in RSW – yes, the entire catch, and the professional attention required to produce and maintain such premium quality is well worth it.
On another front as of yesterday I believe we have finally taken the bull by the horns with the Royal Star website receiving proper training to maintain the daily report and photo section internally. This milestone has been a long time coming. It is our sincerest desire to maintain a seamless flow of reports, photos, and information from here forward. That said the many technical obstacles that occasionally rear their ugly head are certain to challenge our goal at times; such is a fact built into computers and satellite transmissions. However, when the reports make it through they will be in our possession to post accordingly. For those following reports during the previous two voyages if you look back you will find the missing photos are now posted in the appropriate locations!
Otherwise look for daily information to continue as Royal Star makes her way north over the next few days in preparation for arrival on Saturday the 18th; laden with fresh product, there should be plenty for all family and friends to share in upon return.
I grabbed a couple of photos I had from the previous voyage to share today. Both were taken by Royal Star angler Dave Sumethasorn. I posted one version of the guys making the long reach to gaff veteran angler Larry Ward’s 272 on the bow. At full resolution this does the effort far more justice. The second shot is of Oregon albacoreman Wayne Waldron with his final monster of the voyage that weighed in at 279; not bad for a long range novice! This goes to show once again that one does not have to be the expert to realize success on a long range voyage. Time at the rail, effort, and even a little know how go a long way toward success.
Great morning to finish up the trip that started at 0300 with a full speed bite
on the salamis. It was hot and heavy until just after daylight when it backed
off to a slow pick which is typical down here.
A total of 62 went in the hatch, the bulk of which were 50-90 with a handfull of
100-150's and two over 200.
We are presently traveling up in good weather looking forward to a few days of
rest and relaxation.
Tim Ziegler is in today's shot with his second deuce of the trip which weighed
Much better today as we started out with a ripper morning bite on the salamis that produced 50 fish, most of which were 50-90lbs with a handfull of 100- 140lbers mixed in. The rest of the day was slow but we managed to boat a few more tuna and 20 skin.
Tomorrow is our final morning so hopefully the cows move in for the finale.
Good wahoo fishing but pretty lean on the tuna this afternoon with only a handfull joining their brethren in the RSW hold. Plenty of sign so hopefully its a morning bite tomorrow.
Rough weather and slow fishing is the report from the bank today. We started out
with a few tuna to 190lbs before it went stone cold for us prompting a quick
troll for 10 wahoo and a hasty departure for the inside. Our weather has
improved drastically as we travel in with an eta of 0800 tomorrow.
Lohn Storms with a 178 in today's shot.
Plenty of sign of this better grade fish today but unfortunately they didn't
want to bite very well with 13 boated. We did get a 202 and a couple 170's but
the bulk was 50-70lbs.
We are hunkering down for the night hoping they get with it tomorrow.
Tim Ziegler is in today's shot with the 202.
We started out alright this morning with fair scratching on 40-60lbers with a
bonus 210 thrown in. After 0900 it was memories of yesterday though with only a
few handfulls of wahoo to show for the afternoon's efforts. It is quite
perplexing where all that better grade fish from last trip got off to because it
certainly isn't here right now, timing is everything in fishing.
We will be traveling tonight to look at the bank tomorrow.
Cliff Hamaishi shows off a personal best 210 in today's shot.
Certainly not the start we were looking for after all the hype from last trip but we saw enough sign to give us hope for tomorrow. We had a quick shot of 50- 70lbers at daylight then ground out the rest of the day trying to get things figured out. Very little to show for our efforts aside from a few small ones and a 245 that made us feel a little better about the situation.
Like I said it looks like it has potential so hopefully tomorrow it gets back on the bite.
Andy Pulido is in today's shot with his 245 as it comes over the rail.
All is well here aboard Royal Star as we roll back down on our latest voyage enjoying beautiful weather. We have one more day of travel before getting to the grounds that will be spent on final rigging preparations and trying to control our anxiety in anticipation of the unknown ahead. All aboard got to witness a stellar catch unloaded from Tim's last trip so hopes that we will get in on more of the same are high. Look for catch reports to commence on the 9th following our arrival.
A final day of travel gliding across sheet glass. A tranquil calm, surreal and eerie, settled in just after dawn entrancing participants in a display of glory reserved for a fortunate few. To see the open ocean in such a state is a gift
that is earned. Just ask the core group of anglers on this voyage last year who slogged their way home in thirty to forty knots with fifteen foot combers for a couple of the three days. This is a divine treasure to not be ignored.
And we didn't. Relishing in the calm, taking in the micro details, the draw of such calm is irresistible. Outside on the back deck chairs are set up, yarning begins anew, and the day passes as a blink in time in surroundings too good to
be true. Offshore heaven I call it; celestial. And following this final leg that ends tomorrow, the real fisherman Captain
Randy Toussaint assumes command tomorrow leading the next fourteen day into the show that in my estimation is ripe for another harvest profound. The boat is warmed up and ready, the occasion is right, and the departing weather is
sublime. No way could a better set up be scripted.
As such I gladly hand over the reins joining Tracy shore side to help keep the program up and running - literally. While I am well aware of our recent difficulties in maintaining a seamless flow of reports and information from our
website, we are currently in the transition process to permanently address the issues. Suffice to say we are better at fishing than computers, but a better balance is on the near horizon.
Photos today feature a great shot borrowed from David Sumetasorn of crewmen Steve Gregonis and Brett Rouintree driving the gaff home in a two hundred seventy two pounder on the bow. Photo number two features Kohei Kikuchi and
Royal Star legend Floyd Abbott taking a knee in front of a handful of morning cows that all came on board within minutes of one another. In another minute following this shot, these fish, all dressed and ready, were resting soundly in
the 30 degree RSW. Now, they are almost home; as are we!
This is one of those days when even I find it challenging to create something from a void. There were a few exuberant dolphins that joined our northerly tack for awhile, and an occasional spooked flying fish that soared a few hundred yards downwind in the amenable 12 - 15 knots of breeze, but otherwise the setting was rather bland. Such is the majority of the offshore world, above the surface anyway.
The sea state was not flat calm but still plenty agreeable; that makes for an easy go of it gobbling up the clock far quicker than those dark days when the weather turns sour. All in all we had another relaxing day chugging up the line in preparation of our 0630 arrival at Fisherman's Landing on Saturday morning.
With twenty three yellowfin over the 200 mark in the hatch, and a wealth of others from 120 - 190, the unloading spectacle will be worthy of a outing to the dock for any and all eager to see what such a catch should like upon unloading.
All in premium, fresh condition stored in 29 - 30 degree Fahrenheit seawater the incredible condition of our angler's product will grace many a barbecue, table, and sushi platter come Super Bowl Sunday. A message to family and friends of anglers presently on board: don't hesitate to come down to the dock and share the spoils of your fishermans effort. Undoubtedly there is plenty to go around, and Fisherman's Processing is ready to fillet and package the bounty for any and all.
Photos for the day are in reference to a side note mentioned a few days prior in the daily narrative. Wahoo, that are sly, sneaky, and delicious, are also a royal pain in the rear when tuna fisherman are focused on their quarry. There is a time and place for the pursuit of Wahoo, and we gladly accommodate the tasty speedsters in the hatch, but, as evidenced in today's images, our clocks are not necessarily in sync with them much of the time. Typically come daylight the raids and thievery begin leaving many a frustrated angler with either a slashed bait in the best case scenario, or a hookless line in the worst case. One or two invokes a genuine sense of humor. Three or four is irksome. Eight or ten is down right offensive; an affront that calls for justice.
When they do stack up underneath us and get too big for their britches, out come the jigs and bombs, and the lighter sardine rigs with 40 - 60# wire to set them straight. It is a great diversion, fun and effective, that both supplements the larder with as fine a fare as one can imagine, and saves dollars and cents in the form of $2 to $4 hooks retained.
Today's images demonstrate the aftermath of a couple of Wahoo raids. In the first image Marius Coetzee displays the cunning the more educated Wahoo apply neatly slicing bait fish with their razor sharp teeth while carefully avoiding the hooks. The second image is an example of the frustrating aftermath of a kite presented bait mauled by a Wahoo. I remember this occasion specifically because seconds prior to this result a bomber tuna was madly blowing out on the bait. In the blink of an eye a Wahoo crashed the party ziping through to appropriate his share. Needless to say a, crafty, effective job was executed to perfection, as was the condemned mackerel.
Leisurely reverie would best describe events and activities today that included plenty of picture swapping and video viewing as we glided northwest in calm seas. Yarns from the most recent and past voyages were spun and a jovial
atmosphere prevailed as miles were logged in the direction toward home.
And most certainly all are ready to reunite with terra firma, family, and friends to share the experiences of this fantastic voyage and catch up on all that has transpired since our departure. Without question, following the final
couple of travel days, this sentiment will be magnified times ten, or greater.
On the fishing front I again want to make an urgent appeal to any big tuna anglers on behalf of the extraordinary fishing occuring down below. As I draft this report it is on, still. With signs of 70 - 300# yellowfin in the entire
lower zone consistent, reliable, and beckoning now is the time. If the 14 day departing Saturday, Feb. 4th is in the realm of possibility one could not select a time that offers better odds of success.
Photos today feature veteran long range angler, and "voice of reason" Jim Hopkins with a fine, day time 208 he has been targeting for some time. An avid angler from Northern California, Jim is meticulous in his rigging and fishing
techniques, rightfully productive at the rail, and plugged in to the community via internet fishing forums. And, I am glad to say that Jim is one of the good guys - no b.s., no cyber bullying, no hate spewing worthless drivel; a voice of
reason expressing genuine interest and intellect. My respect and appreciation for Jim as an angler and individual is obvious - he has earned it.
Photo number two features another long time veteran Martin Rudolph with his early morning 238 that gave him a full run for his money. Following the hook set Martin, who is no slouch of a man, was literally dragged across the stern as the
panicked giant took off in the opposite direction heading for deep water. Once he got settled in however the odds swung in his favor. With feet planted, strength focused, and the big gear set to work, this spirited beast had his
sails deflated in short order. In this battle of giants Martin prevailed!