11/22/13

Flat calm weather - grease - carried us through the day as the catching certainly did not. A whole lotta miles were
covered for a whole lotta nothing. A little bit of puny tuna and one lone wahoo were the total of our efforts after
departing from our big fish honey hole that made only one angler's day.

This is a tough go of it; no sugar coating can obscure the reality of very little fish to be found. In a grease calm sea
so stunning in beauty that one could not help but be awestruck by the fluid image reflecting peace and pure tranquility we
ploughed a seventy mile barren furrow.

The mesmeric window into Neptune's Lair evoked a yearning, a yearning for fish, for mercy, and a yearning of thoughts
untold. But fleeting thoughts beyond the predicament of no fish were a distraction assigned to later contemplation. This
reluctant ocean is determined to make us pay dearly for any and everything she is willing to yield; one of those junctures
to remind us of our place, not that we suffer from illusions otherwise.

We also do not suffer from a lack of mettle. This is not our first turn in the hot seat. While aggravating the solution is
the same as it has always been - keep grinding. They will come, or they won't, but any result will not be from a lack of
trying. Good fish, in the most potentially productive zone, are still the target. Tomorrow is a new day.

Photos today feature fortunate one Gunner Kruse who put his time in to be rewarded with the ultimate opportunity. Sound
rigging made all the difference in the world as Gunner reefed on an incredibly determined 211 for over an hour before it
finally gave up the fight. Photo number one features an angler's eye view as the sheet glass conditions produced a crystal
clear image of the beast long before it succumbed. Photo number two features Gunner with his prize.

Tim Ekstrom


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