Half of today's crew flew in from Kansas, mainly to catch tuna.
Way to put the pressure on me and Clark.
A buddy called us in right away to a decent bite and we had 5 in the box early.
Clark begged me to keep going west, and as usual, he was right.
We left the fleet and went deep.
We started getting doubles on the troll, which is a real good sign.
About our 4th stop we saw boils.
All hell broke lose.
Apparently catfish bite like tuna, as these guys were PROS and let the tuna swallow the bait before engaging the drag.
Every bait got bit within 10 seconds.
Pretty soon it was hard to walk on the deck because of all of the fish.
The next thing I know, Clark GRABBED a tuna by the tail and lifted it over the rail.
That's right, he bare handed one that was tangled up with two others.
Our crew thought that was normal, as Clark did it 5 more times.
I started counting the fish on the deck and told everyone that they could catch one more fish each.
10 minutes later we were beyond plugged and stuffing near frozen (our first 12) fish in the spare bait tank and standing on the lids to close the boxes.
The fish were boiling all around the boat when we left.
At it again with Clark in the AM.