DirtyE and Clark ran west today with our crew, but did not make it very far.
It was blowing pretty hard and it is no fun running 60 miles each way in lousy seas.
All was not lost, as our crew at least got a free bottom fishing trip out of the day.
Tomorrow's forecast looks real good and if it holds, we will be pushing WAY out to see if we can find the school our commercial buddies have been working.
I just got a text from Clark.
They got 3 times as many as the charter next to them, which would be great, except the other boat got one.
Our commercial buddies are cleaning up 80-100 miles out, but we don't have enough daylight to get out there, fish, and get back.
The fish should show up in big numbers any day, and when they do, we will be out there.
We ran deep and south, past the corners.
The water was blue and 60 degrees, perfect for tuna.
After a few hours on nothing, a troll rod went off and Clark pitched a bunch of bait.
Within a minute or two, they were boiling around the boat and we had them boiling off the transom.
We popped off a couple and the school sounded and stayed 60 feet under the boat and would not come up.
We got another small stop going and a couple more on the troll, but the fish shut down.
We did not quite make it into double digits.
DirtyE and Clark are at it in the AM.
After a decent day yesterday, DirtyE, John, and Clark were stoked to run today.
One problem, our drug dealer (bait dock) was not able to get us bait in Ilwaco, and we hate fishing without bait.
John took one for the team and agreed to haul a trailer to Willapa bay at 5 AM to get bait.
Clark, being Clark, said he would go too.
I don't want to know what time they got up to be there.
They trucked the bait to Ilwaco, loaded up, and headed west.
They burnt a lot of diesel looking for fish.
They found a few and even got them boiling, but could not convert.
The wind is blowing, so we will be off the water until Thursday, but we can't wait to head west when the ocean lays down.
We are getting some amazing reports from commercial buddies down south.
There are a lot of tuna headed our way.
Fat Cat gave us a hot tip so we ran NW for around 50 miles and dropped in.
We got 4 fish in the first 20 minutes and thought that this would be "the day" fishing turned on.
It slowed down, but we picked them off, one by one, until it slowed down mid-day.
we were in single digits and Clark said to troll east, so we did.
3 troll rods went of and we dumped a ton of bait and figured it was game on.
The tuna did not cooperate, and we ended up with 4 for the stop.
Weird, as when 3 troll rods go off, all hell usually breaks loose.
DirtyE, John, and Clark are at it again in the AM.