We ran out to the same spot and slowly picked away at them.
Around noon it heated up with triples and quads on the troll.
Eventually all hell broke loose and our sonar was as lit up as I have ever seen it and fish were flashing everywhere.
Our light crew (5) of mainly first time tuna fisherpeople stacked the deck.
We ran in a little early, very close to plugged, as it was going to take a long time to process 44 fish and they all had long drives ahead.
Our buddy Mark Coleman out of Westport said it was bat shit crazy up there.
I can't wait for the wind to stop blowing so we can get back out there next week.