My first tuna run this season was one of those days that leaves me swearing that it is the last time I’ll ever fish. Twelve hours of pounding on the ocean in a dory with only a little action in the first fifteen minutes of fishing. Monotony. Agony. Exhaustion.
This day was a very good day. A good day for tuna fishing. Some of our fish came to the trolled fly, some to the stripped fly, and a few to dead anchovies fished on a spinning rod.Remember, I fished for bullheads and shiner perch with a hand line in San Francisco when I was a kid, and there are days when can’t resist the inclination to see if a fish might take a bait if I only dangle it in the water.
This is a short video snapshot of our early morning action.
Anyway, it was a day that erases any thought but the joys of fish pulling back on a string attached to my fishing pole.
I was blessed with friends to fish with and to share a meal the day after the tuna were processed and the gear cleaned up.
May you all enjoy your time on the water.