We got all we wanted in the way of scenic variety. In fact, it was one of the more spectacular opportunities to fish and explore some rarely traveled country in grease calm, tropical conditions. All the cameras except mine were clicking away as the background set a primeval tone. While I can report the morning yellowtail outing a limited success, I can't say much for the afternoon. Plenty of quality yellowtail lurked among the rugged structure, but little good was made of what we found. In short, we battled a stubborn lack of current that kept the fish lazy, disorganized, and unwilling to bite with any consistency. We had a few flashes in the pan, and a few moments of excitment when the yellows came up and looked they were going to get with the program, but they didn't.

Recognizing that our goose was cooked by mid afternoon, one of those pivitol moments typical in this fishery was upon us. With a finite amount of time to make it happen, one can not vacillate when crunch time arrives. We are definitely staring crunch time square in the face. Make or break.

Tim