Here is Willie's 07-08 report with Capt Dom. They didn't show any respect for bluefin as they only threw lures like sluggo or Tsunami Swim Shad cheaper than one piece of bluefin sushi ------------------ What an exciting day out there with Capt. Dom, Mike (FishWisher), and Capt. Josh and Ross from the Yankee Fleet in Gloucester. We had been a bit on the fence about the weather on Tuesday afternoon, but decided to just go for it and deal with the conditions presented to us. If we caught a fish, awesome—and if we didn’t, at least we’d know we gave it a shot. I’d say it worked out for the best! The morning greeted us with only light winds, overcast skies, and good visibility, and although the wind would eventually pick up the rain never did find us. Mike was happy about that! We left the dock at 4:30 AM and an hour-long steam put us right in the zone in Cape Cod Bay (it was too snotty outside to make a go of it). Things started off right—we began smelling that adrenaline-inducing metallic tunoid odor in the air as soon as we throttled down, and had a triple-digit fish porpoise right in front of us even before getting a line wet! After seeing a few scattered fish, the real action began. Epic feeds began popping up, schools of dozens, even hundreds of fish of mixed sizes (everything from 30-200-pounders) crashing bait all over the surface! Dom put us right into the meat the first few times, but our excitement got the better of us and what ensued was an absolute circus—tangled lines, botched casts, and the like. Shame! We did manage to put a few casts right into the melee, but didn’t get any takers. These remarkable surface blitzes continued for quite some time; we’d go up on ‘em, put a variety of baits into ‘em (Slug-Gos, Sea Dogs, plastic swimmers, and soft-plastic swimbaits), but wouldn’t get any takers. I had a fish track my Slug-Go all the way to the boat, but I may have been retrieving it too fast and the fish didn’t take it. Didn’t think you could retrieve too fast for tuna but I guess when they’re not super-hot a slower twitching retrieve might do it. Ross also had a fish smack his Slug-Go as soon as it hit the water but he couldn’t get tight to it in time and it spit the bait. Eventually, Josh hooked a fish—also on a Slug-Go—cast into the blitz. But during the first run, something happened and the braid broke right above his Albright. We think that maybe another tuna’s tail had hit the line, or maybe a shearwater? Weird stuff. Anyway, after the first hour and a half, we’d had plenty of shots but no tuna in the boat. But at least most of the nervous energy was gone, and we actually were able to work and communicate with one another while casting to fish. An amazing thing, that teamwork stuff. We continued to execute the run-and-gun, coming up on fish—sometimes big pods, sometimes just singles and doubles—but had a tough time cajoling them into eating a bait. Eventually, however, Mike came through, hooking up on a rig that he’s been talking about for the last few years to anyone who would listen—a soft-plastic swimbait rigged with an assist hook! To be more specific, a 7-inch Tsunami swim shad with the stock hook cut off, the assist hook put on a solid ring, and the solid ring attached to the swimbait via a split ring. He lightly hooked the assist hook in the shad body to keep it from fouling. I’m sure he’ll be happy to provide some more details . As we expected, Mike proceeded to own that fish—12 minutes from hookup to deck, circles and all. Dom put the straight gaff in her and, animal that he is, hauled it over the rail unassisted. The fish taped out at about 60 inches and was an estimated 110 pounds. In the middle of cleaning up and getting ready for pictures, we saw more fish busting just off the bow, and went off to chase them. Once again, Josh, Ross and I put baits right into the madness, but came up empty. Smart fish! We never did see what the fish were feeding on, and the stomach of Mike’s fish was empty so I guess we’ll never know. Once things settled down, we got our pictures taken (a trying ordeal given Mike/Nancy’s reluctance to dirty his bright-white sneakers and fancy rain gear with tuna blood) and went back on the hunt. We continued to see scattered schools of fish, but after about 10:00 AM the surface action had for the most part tapered off. We came up on a couple of pods over the next few hours but once again had no takers. By noon, the wind had hauled out of the east-northeast at about 15 knots and it looked like it was going to become sporty in a hurry, so we elected to pack it in for the day. Thanks to Dom for bearing with us during the early-morning insanity—way to keep it together, Ahab. And thanks for turning a marginal weather day into a great success. Can’t wait to do it again! Josh, Rosco, and Michael: a pleasure as always.