After sitting on the dock for a week, we could not wait to get back out there.
The ocean was a little rough on the way out and it was raining and 15-20 knots of wind and 4-5 foot wind waves from the south.
Not exactly dream conditions, but we wanted to fish.
We stopped on some birds close in and got one tuna and that was it.
It was looking bad when we got a call from our sister ship, Opportunaty, that it was WFO.
We picked up and ran an then dropped in on their chum line.
It was WFO from the get go.
Despite the sloppy seas, the fish followed us around for two hours.
Everyone jackpoled a bunch and we were pretty much plugged.
The ocean was lousy and going home seemed like the thing to do, but Pete wanted break out his fly rod.
We gave in and Pete showed us how to fish a fly in 20 knot winds.
He hooked up right away and the fight was on.
John joined the fun and next thing you knew we had a double on flies, actual flies.
Clark joined in the fun and got one too.
It does not get any better than this.