Saturday, August 24th, tuna report: In my experience, the All Rivers boats generally head west or west southwest from Westport and troll over the continental slope about 30 miles from Westport. But today, we skirted Ocean Shores and headed north. The ride at the start was promising, but the offshore swell soon made it a very lumpy ride (and wet for those of us in the “vomit-comet” seats outside the cabin). We blasted past flocks of rhinoceros auklets and sooty shearwaters; flying shearwaters will often keep pace with the boat for many minutes for unknown reasons. We passed a humpback whale that was about to dive – nice fluke salute. And still we plowed / pounded on. I figured that we were close when we saw several commercial tuna trollers on the horizon. But we still continued motoring until we were almost 50 miles west northwest of Westport.
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With four experienced fly anglers, it didn’t take long to have our lines in the water as we trolled at 3-5 knots. About 20 minutes later
@dbaken sang out “fish on” and Nick put the boat into neutral. The other two anglers and I began to retrieve our flies on the “slide” and Cal, the mate, threw out a handful of anchovies in the hopes of keeping the school of tuna by the boat. We didn’t have any hits on the slide (a theme for this day) but Nick could see on the fish finder that the school was still with the boat. So, while
@dbaken was deep in the task of pulling his fish into gaff range, we cast our flies around the boat and Cal kept them interested with the occasional anchovy. It didn’t take long before a freight-train slammed my fly and disappeared toward the horizon. And shortly after, one of the other anglers was hooked up too. Cal efficiently gaffed
@dbaken's fish, then mine,
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then the last. So, we had three albacore on the deck
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which were transferred to the iced holding tanks. My fish came on a shock-and-awe tube fly which I fished all day. The hook was right in the corner of its mouth.
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We made a few more casts but the school moved on and we started in on the troll again.
As Cal was cleaning up the carnage, he noted that one of the fish had regurgitated at least some of its breakfast. There was one 5”ish thin fish (saury?), a 2.5” squid, and a 5” squid. [And in light of the squid that I saw in some fish while they were being carked, perhaps someone should have switched to a squid pattern.]
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None of the three prey items had any skin, reflecting the rapid pace of digestion in the endothermic digestive tract of tunas, such as albacore (along with endothermic swimming muscles).
Back on the troll, we went with a stretch with just a single fish at a time and relatively ineffective stops. At one point, a pod of what appeared to be pilot whales crossed our wake. We were all quite pleased that they weren’t interested in our flies as we were not sure that a 12 wt. was enough stick…
By late morning, the weather had dramatically improved. The forecast 5' waves and 10 knot winds were a fiction. The wind died, the swell laid down to almost glass, and the sun came out. After a mass divestment of excess clothing and application of sunscreen, we were ready for the rest of the day.
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After a dry stretch, we hit a very productive stop. I was bit on the troll. With most of my fly line out and the boat at least initially moving, the first explosive run just burnt line off my reel deep into my backing. All tuna are work; tuna on the troll are even harder. Again, there may have been a nip or two on flies during the “slide” but no firm hookup. Cal kept up a periodic rain of anchovies and soon there were albacore rocketing around the boat picking them off. Cal gaffed my fish and I posed for a hero shot.
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The other guys had picked up more fish casting and the back deck was just red with tuna blood. Blood dripping through the bilges attracted the attention of a 5-6’ blue shark.
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He kept probing the blood trail. And he picked off some anchovies that had sought refuge near the boat. We had some concerns that he might grab a fly but that didn’t happen. However, the presence of the blue shark did spook the albacore in the end game when they were close to the boat. If the blue shark cruised by, a tuna that was almost in gaff range would dive down another 20-30’, lengthening the fight. In addition to the troll fish, I picked up another fish while casting on this stop.
Back on the troll, we had another dry spell where there were no birds to be seen and nothing messed with our flies. Periodically, each of us would retrieve our fly to ensure that it hadn’t been fouled. But there was surprisingly little debris in the water, likely reflecting the downwelling winds from the south that brought warm offshore water to the coast. [Versus upwelling winds from the north that would drive nearshore water (and debris) offshore to where we were and draw up cooler, nutrient-rich water along the coast.]
Suddenly,
@Matt B and I had near simultaneous strikes on the troll. Once stopped,
@Nick Clayton and
@dbaken /
@PhilR hooked up albacore from casts. With four hooked fish with minds of their own on where they wanted to go, there was huge potential for flyline macramé. But we managed to do the right “up and overs” or “down and unders” synchronized dancing to keep the lines from tangling. Cal was busy with his gaff.
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He even managed to eventually gaff Nick’s fish (note his blue and green Seahawks fly).
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As Nick pointed out in his earlier post, the fish appeared to become more lethargic/selective the longer the stop lasted. I wish that I had seen the fish that tried to “sip” Phil’s fly but I was on the other side of the boat at the time. The live-bait boats were having slower days and came over to fish in our area because we had active fish.
By mid-afternoon, our action slowed down. We would pick up a single fish on the troll but the stop would be fruitless. Finally, after staying out as late as we could, it was time to head back to the barn. But not before a group shot.
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Per usual, it was a long ride back to the dock at Westport. Doug and I helped Cal bag up the 20 tuna that we had caught as he converted them to bellies and loins. All in all, a great trip with wonderful people.
Steve