This was another very good day for Royal Star beginning with a nice morning hit on cows, followed by what has become the standard mid day lull, and then came the evening. Now I know that I have been fishing for many years, and I have seen many incredible bites on trophy yellowfin, but I can not recall ever participating in a more memorable stop on giant yellowfin than we had yesterday evening. The amazing thing is that there has been so much of this type action over the past two months that I fear the stories have almost become mundane to many readers following along on the websites. I was actually pondering this thought yesterday evening as we were put to the ultimate test, again, with literally every man on board plastered to the rail with a charged up trophy yellowfin at the end of his line. The thought I was having was "this can never get old" as I witnessed a sight from the bait tank perch that I only wish I could adequately describe.

As fifteen anglers and seven crewmen were all taking part in the performance of their lives, the school of giant (and I do mean GIANT) yellowfin that we located just after sundown came alive chasing a school of pelagic baitfish up from the deeps. Prior to this spectacle, the surface show was already incredible with 175 - 300# yellowfin crashing all around, clearing the water in spectacular leaps, and leaving huge caverns in the ocean surface where they rose to slurp a hapless bait. When the giant yellowfin chased the school of bait up from deep water, the doomed finfish charged for the protection of Royal Star, but unfortunately for them, most didn't make it. A huge foamer erupted about twenty yards downwind of the boat and did not stop until it literally reached the hull. Like I said, I have seen many outrageous bites on trophy yellowfin over the years, but the sight of two hundred, two hundred fifty, and who knows how big size yellowfin wreaking havoc on a school of bait within a gaff length of our hull is visual that is almost too much to process. In fact it was so remarkable it was surreal, two hundred pound class yellowfin, so huge they looked like dolphins, were plowing through in groups and pairs unfazed by the fact that our vessel was there. With only fifteen anglers on board and every one of them wrangling with a trophy fish, the hundreds of giant tuna around us went about their business almost unmolested by any lines with hooks in them.

I could continue. I could talk about the most incredible bites anglers had; two or three pulls off the reel and whoosh, and huge tuna engulfs the bait and you're on! But I think I have got the point across - there is simply no way I could ever convey just how incredible these sights and sounds are. That's right, sounds. That is a story for another day. The sounds of these giant tuna boiling around the boat is incredible. Anyway following this day of fishing we elected to spend our final day in the trophy yellowfin zone if for nothing else just to live the possibility of experiencing something this incredible again. Of course there are no guarantees in fishing and as such we are hoping at the very least to finish off on a high note; not that we haven't already.

Last but not least, I believe the total was a bakers dozen over two hundred today with another dozen "puny" one seventy five to one ninety eight's.