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.