~~Sep 13
Thank goodness for slow speed. Even though we got a really good jump yesterday, we weren't going to be getting anywhere down below till late tomorrow. Our speed was horrible. 1.5 knots below average. But we sped up this morning. Yup. This morning we were only making .75 knots below average. That all costs a whole lot of time when you're traveling great distances so we decided we'd have to be stopping short. So that's what we did this afternoon, arriving at 4:30.
Wow! It didn't take long before everyone had a tuna on. And they weren't those 8-14 pounders either. There were some of those, but the majority of them were those 20-30 pounders. I say again, "wow". It bit steady the whole time we which is a couple of hours. During the stop, I had tied a few hooks and cast a few baits out, you know , like we do, and quite a few times the hook would fall off and I would scratch my head and ask myself, " are my knots failing"? They weren't. It took crew member Justin to spot a wahoo flying out of the water to figure it out.
So we wound them in and threw back the marauders. Before dark, which wasn't long, we had a little binger for 5 and then one for 1 50 pounder. Say it with me now. "Wow"! We aren't going anywhere tonight. We'l just kick back and see what the day has to offer.
My buddy Glen caught the 50 pound wahoo today. Every year for a while now he has been the last member of the little troll team that I like to call, " the troll of shame" That's the last few people on board who have not yet caught a wahoo. He will not be joining that team this year. Nope. This year he can join the heckling party. He get's to see what it's like from the other side. Way to go Glen.
