9/18/12

When formulating our strategy yesterday evening I expressed my confidence to Randy that we were going to
"get something tomorrow"; something good was the feeling, at least something good. I have to admit though
that as the five o'clock hour rolled past with absolutely nothing to show for our efforts I was beginning
to have reservations about my prophecy; no fish, no sign, and a completely random set of conditions that
left one no clue as to where they might be and why.

Then, in a highly uncharacteristic maneuver for my temperament, we applied a strategy going back to my
beginnings with Captain Eddie Mc Ewen on the Pacific Queen. While highly intolerant in some respects old
Eddie was by far the most patient fisherman I have ever seen. He was everything else a fisherman, a man,
could want to be as well.

This evening's action can be attributed to patience, and admitted desperation, as we were left with no
better options. We waited them out, and it paid in kind. Not a big barn burner mind you, nothing of
historic proportion, but a good hit on 30 - 46# yellowfin that lasted well into the dark. It provided a
needed energy boost to this group of anglers that were lulled by the dreadfully slow day into a state of
inevitable torpor.

Nothing like ending the day on a high note; memory cleansed, batteries recharged with pure adrenaline, we
were all flying high when it was said and done. Day three closes in the success category narrowly
avoiding a fate far more grim.

Photo for the day features long time Royal Star veteran Bruce Campbell with one of the beautiful grade
yellowfin we enjoyed catching this evening. All's well here; all's well.

Tim Ekstrom



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