Today was just an all around great day out there. We got out nice and early. The ocean was rather friendly for the run out.
Lines were in by about 8:15. The skipper and I are experienced, and we had two newbs on board for this gear focused but fly friendly trip.
We had to troll at least 45 minutes before we hooked our first fish. That fish came off in the process of tossing bait and clearing lines, but we were on a school, and they were FIRED. UP. Anchovies were getting smashed within 5 seconds of hooking and swimming them. After I landed a few and things were still going gangbusters, I said “I suppose I should cast a fly, huh?” And the skipper agreed that yes, I should. I made my way to the bow, fly rod in hand, stripped off the sinking head and about 20 more feet of line and flipped the head and fly out there. As I was managing line to make a “real” cast, watching the fly sink, it got inhaled. Literally inhaled. This is
@ThatGuyRyRy ‘s fly from a swap, deep in a tuna gullet.

We ended up boating 13 in that stop. It was nuts and the newbs first ever tuna action. Can you imagine that as your intro to the fishery? Perfect! They killed it. They’ve caught lots of fish, including big kings, just not tuna, and it was a blast hearing the shocked reaction to the strength of a tuna. That included an early cluster involving two fish tangled in the motor (both hand lined in and landed btw). We had so many over and under and arounds, what a blast. My fly fish and another fish got twisted not once but twice, and we managed to untwist and land them, with some key help from the skipper.
Eventually, the fish just seemed to move off.

13 tuna will fill up a bleed bucket.
We went back on troll, and it was maybe another hour before two rods went off—an X-rap and a clone. We landed the X-rap fish and five more on bait. By 12:15, we had 19 tuna on board. And I wasn’t going to keep any…but we wanted just one more good stop. The weather was so nice, and the ocean had big swells, but they were organized and spaced far apart, and it was just pleasant out there, so we visited, joked, and kept trolling, including a fly, with nothing happening and we called it at 3:30. We were able to fly home comfortably going with the swell. We spotted a pod of Dall’s porpoises, slowed, and they made a beeline for us—time to play in our bow wake! We got a full Sea World experience watching them streaking around under and in front of the bow, porpoises basically saying “Hold my beer,” doing some crazy maneuver and splashing us. It was a real highlight, not just of the trip, of life! What a cool thing to experience.

I made a bunch of great memories this weekend, met some famous PNWFFers I had not yet met, and fished with old pals and connections. I have more cool stuff to share, especially natural history type stuff, but I am wiped out so this is it for now. .