No sense in prospecting so we ran right back to the honey hole from yesterday.
Apparently the word got out and there were tons of sport and commercial boats there.
We had a "practice" stop and put 4 in the box right away.
It took another 1/2 hour and then all hell broke lose.
Every rod was bent and every bait was bit.
We converted some walleye fisherman and some nonfishermen into tuna killers.
The marine, of course, tallied the most kills, with 12 for one rod.
We ran in at 27 knots on a flat ocean.
Clark does not understand what a day off is, so he is deckhanding on a buddy's boat.
(Update- Clark and TunaMatic ended up with 40, 36 more than their previous best day).
John and I are at it in the AM.
I can't wait for the alarm to go off tomorrow.