This was one of those days when the Magellan calling was answered with a resounding thud. As it turned out we should have stuck with our morning starting point where we were catching a few fish; should've, could've, would've; that temptation over the horizon was just too much. Not that it was an extreme tragedy, or world altering event, but any good Captain can't help but review and reflect when the plan goes awry. One thing we did find was a wealth of perfect water that defied reason with it's dearth of life. Hours passed by without a kelp sighting, jig strike, or bird to turn on. And when we did finally spot the very occasional weed the majority signs of life were dreaded swarms of micro yellowtail that wreaked havoc in their suicidal zeal to climb on board. Admittedly they do very little to ignite the spark we pursue. Whenever they show we demonstrate an equal zeal to evacuate with haste.

Before I get too carried away highlighting the negatives though the reality of one slow day among five to fish is simply that. We got off to a sluggish beginning on the fishing end but enjoyed a fine day on the water in the process. Good weather, mild seas, the crisp offshore climate, and a depth of blue in the ocean calling to within made for an easy day on the water laden for vacationers with guilt free languor. More than a few naps were indulged in as the afternoon warmth and a signature Chef Drew Rivera feast combined to serenade, or club, anglers into unconsciousness.

Day's end found us sliding downwind focusing on better fishing to come. With plans to fish the coast for at least a day we're looking to jump in the saddle and get this party started. There are presently eighteen lonely tuna and a few dorado longing for company down below.

Tim Ekstrom