This report is a bit belated. I returned from the Andamans to close out the school year and then prepping for Blake to head away to school. I also wanted to give the report the attention it deserved. We left the states the second week of March after working all day and caught a red-eye to Qatar. This was Blake’s first time to leave the country and we were extremely excited. Blake had been practicing throwing heavy poppers at the local lake and he had it down. We worked out daily for an hour each Saturday and Sunday the month leading up to the trip, just plugging away with 150-190g poppers. Blake was pumped as we lifted off the runway from DFW. The exchange in Qatar was quick. We soon boarded a plane to Chennai where we landed at 9pm local time. We had been flying for 30 hours by this time and we were exhausted, but still primed. Chennai does not allow departing passengers to enter the airport until 2 hours before their flights. We had 11 hours to layover, so we left the arrivals terminal and found a spot on the sidewalk outside of the airport to wait out 9 hours until our departure. It was dark and little was going on by Indian standards. We used our backpacks as pillows, threw our legs over tackle bags, I doused ourselves with insect repellent and I threaded by arm through the locking cable on my rod tube. We had $8K in tackle and were sleeping on the sidewalk, but if anything were to move, we’d know. The sun rose and Chennai came to life. Blake and I watched the rush hour dance. The country was on high alert with military exchanges with Pakistan in Kashmir. Soldiers kept eyeing Blake and I with our rod tube, but otherwise we were left to ourselves. A father and his child walked up to our area, as we were mostly out of foot traffic, and let his daughter urinate. We decided to see how many people would avoid the stream angling into foot traffic as the sidewalk sloped away from us and down to pedestrians. Muslim women would always step over or around it. They were the clear winners in this dance. It was as if they were patrolling for biological obstacles on their paths. It was also great to watch birds jockey for space to grab or inspect trash for breakfast. This was an interesting way to spend the morning, but soon we would need to catch our plane to Port Blair. We had no trouble making our flight and this one would be much shorter. 2.5 hours later we were approaching the Andamans. We shared the window to see the reefs fringing the islands and we were dying to break out the rods. We were fishing with Game Fish Asia and a representative was waiting for us at the airport. We stuffed our bags into the truck and took off to spend one night in Port Blair before fishing our way south the next morning. We were fortunate to have the owner of Mangrove Studio and his friends staying at a guest house with us the first night. While they mostly spoke Japanese, we all spoke fisherman and had a fantastic evening eating sashimi and drinking Indian beer. I was careful to only have two because we met at the dock at 4:30 to fish all day, which by the way, I mean. You fish 10-12 hour a day. It was awesome! The first morning we loaded the boats and made a 2 hour run to an island that had massive schools of fusilier the locals call, banana fish. GTs were running the perimeter of the schools as they passed across the reefs. You could see varying sides of the schools were more nervous than other. I had paired my BH Cape Cod nano rod with a Stella 10000 and Blake had a TR GT 7810 paired with a TP 14000. We used these and started throwing to the areas with nervous fusilier and were met with massive strikes. I caught 9 and Blake caught 4 GTs between 10-35kg, with the average fish being between 15-20kg. When the tide slacked off, we stowed away our gear and went to fish deep ledges with poppers and drop a few jigs. I could see the way points on the captain’s maps. These ledges came up the 50m from 300m on the east side to 150m on the west. Little pinnacles dotted the ledge and we drifted the area throwing poppers first. The fish were there, holding deep, but ocassionally would erupt in a pack to hammer our poppers. These fish were all in the 20-30kg class. Nice solid fish, but it wasn’t a numbers game. You had to work! We jigged as well and caught all sorts of fish, mostly jobfish, yellow trevally and smaller GTs. The day ended by us pointing the bow to Little Andaman where we would spend the next 4 days. When we got there, we unloaded the boat and were taken to a guest house where we, two Egyptians and a Frenchman were also staying. The food was great and we always had a cold beer at the end of each day. We didn’t have hot water, but we did have a shower and we took one. Blake mentioned his throat hurt at dinner. I thought maybe he wasn’t digging the Indian cuisine, but he wasn’t lying.