Clark got some intel from a buddy so we took a chance and ran there.
Within a minute of dropping troll gear a rod went off.
Then all hell broke lose.
Fish EVERYWHERE around the boat boiling.
"FRESH ONE" was shouted out over and over.
By the time we caught our breath there were 30 fish on the deck.
Then the jackpole came out.
Pretty soon Clark did the math and called it, as we were out of room.
We ran in at 27 knots on a flat ocean.
Today was as good as it gets.
At it again in the AM and I can't wait.