Clark and I were dog tired after yesterday, but charlie was waiting and we did not want to let him down.
We went back to the honey hole on the south side of the Astoria Canyon and got a bait stop going right away. We dinked a few off and the fish went down.
The learning curve was steep, but we had a motivated crew of salmon fishermen who wanted to be tuna fishermen.
We were marking HUGE schools of tuna on the sonar, but they were 300 feet down.
Around noon we only had 7 in the box and we thought this was the day our "plug the boat" streak would end.
Everyone on the air was crying about how bad fishing was.
Then it happened.
A double on the troll turned into a wide open bait stop.
Pretty soon we had 6 fish on and all hell broke loose.
Fish were boiling all around the boat and every bait got bit.
45 minutes later we started doing the math and realized we had to stop, as we were plugged and then some.
The crew was worn out, covered in blood, and already talking about their next tuna trip.
Six more tuna addicts.
Six more lives ruined.
I can't wait until the alarm goes off tomorrow.