I have no idea why I set an alarm, as I was up at 3 AM and jacked up to head west.
Reports were the fish were way out, so we headed around 55 miles west and started trolling.
We got into a few, had our "practice stop" and then the troll bite died.
Jim, our buddy who runs Epic Sportfishing, called us in on a HUGE school of bait with a bunch of hit and run tuna mixed in.
We worked the school for hours, picking up ones and twos.
The crew started to click and figured out live bait fishing.
At the end of the day, we had one full box and were working on the other one.
The fish were damn big, some of the biggest we have seen in a long time.
Great crew, good fishing, and it was great to be back out there.
Clark and I are at it again in the AM.