We took another trip to the canyons with forecasts of flat seas and warm water. The crew included Steve, myself, Andrew, Brian, Gary, and Dave.
We started off heading for little-fishtails where we saw satellite shots of warm water eddies pushing up into the flats. Unfortunately, there weren't any fish to be found. We picked up and headed south east towards the edge to see what we could find. What we found was mahi only. Tuna were eluding us.
We picked up once more and continued to head east towards West Atlantis. When we got there, we picked up more mahi and set up for the chunk. On the chunk, the story remained, mahi mahi mahi mahi. We did have one interesting run on our sword line, only for a knot to fail.
In the morning, we put out our spread at first light and within the first 15 minutes we had a triple header of yellowfin tuna. FINALLY! We circled back around to try to find them again but then they were gone. At one point, we trolled through a school of porpoises that were feeding on a bait ball that seemed to be an acre or 2 in size. Somehow, either there weren't tuna around or they weren't interested in our spread.
So by the end of it, the three yellowfin were all we got. On top of that we kept 13 mahi and threw probably 10 of them back. Everyone took meat home, but it wasn't the best tuna haul ever by any stretch of the imagination.
That probably wraps up the canyon season for us. Until the spring...
